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princessedesfleursss · 24 days

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SV05E1

Pairing: husband!sebastian vettel x wife!fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: public sex, a little degradation, several orgasms, jealousy, swearing, google translated german

It was quite a long time since Seb and you had decided to come out for dinner. Especially after his retirement you had moved back to Germany with your husband who had been focused on his shaping his future career and spending more time with the kids.

With the kids, you both never had time to attend to your relationship. Stolen kisses & quickies in the washroom was what held your relationship together. The past few weeks of busy schedules and having to constantly make sure the kids were sorted out with their schoolwork put a strain on your relationship. Which is why when Sebastain’s sisters had offered to take care of the kids for the weekend, after overhearing a hushed argument you both had during a family get together, without any hesitation the both of you had said yes.

So that led you to where you were now. In a fancy restaurant in Monaco drinking wine and waiting for the food you ordered to arrive.

All throughout the evening the waiter had been throwing you flirtatious glances. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing or maybe it was the fact that Sebastian seemed almost invisible to them.

“If that moron doesn’t stop drecksack (scum bag) doesn’t stop eyeing you up and down I might have to go down there and punch him,” Sebastian muttered to you under his breath.

This wasn’t new for either of you. Sebastian was much older than you and at times people thought he wasn’t actually your husband but rather someone else- more specifically someone who wasn’t romantically accompanying you.

“Süße (honey) ignore that,” you said rubbing your ring clad fingers up and down his arms, “You know I’ve got my eyes only on you.”

You knew that it didn’t ease Sebastian and that you had gone over this a million times but the man was jealous & possessive over you rightfully so.

“Give me a kiss liebling,” he requested and you obliged too excitedly.

Caressing the side of his cheek and leaning in to lock your lips with his, you felt yourself melting as he took control of the kiss. His hand was sliding up and down your arm and yours were lingering on his cheek and the other over his hand. His fingers clasped yours and the pad of his thumb stroked the top of your hand.

It wasn’t until the waiter was nearby that your make out session was interrupted. A hue of red painting your cheeks you moved away from Sebastian. The waiter walked closer and placed the food of the table.

Turning to you and brazenly ignoring Sebastian he asked,

“Mademoiselle, would you like some more wine?”

“I’ll let you know if we need more,” Sebastian replied in a curt manner.

You watched as the waiter bow and make his way back to the kitchen.

“Oh is my old man getting all wired up now?” You asked Sebastian teasingly as you let your wandering hands settle on this robust thigh.

Taking his hand from the table and kissing it, you held it close to your face letting your face rest of his open palm. With both your hands holding onto his hand, you continued,

“Ich werde dich immer lieben und nur dich (I will always love you and only you).”

Sebastian looked back at you lovingly and murmured, “I know. And I love you even more than that liebling.”

After eating and conversing, having time for yourself, you felt like you needed to uplift the mood a little. Plus you were feeling horny with Sebastian looking all worked up. You wouldn’t have minded him taking your right here in front of the waiter that had been eyeing you up all evening.

Signaling the same waiter to come over to you, who almost too enthusiastically scurried over to you, you placed an order for two tiramisus.

A walk to the kitchen and back, the waiter came over with a tray of tiramisu and started serving for you and your husband. Sebastian wasn’t pleased at all but since he was sipping on his wine trying really hard to not punch the waiter you took your chance.

Dipping a finger to the tiramisu you looked back up at the waiter and brought it over to your mouth and licked your finger clean. You watched as the waiters eyes widened as he watched your tongue wrap around your finger licking it squeaky clean.

“Mmm, this is too sweet for me,” you said as you looked back up at the waiter innocently, “Do you have anything less sweet?”

“W-we have um… cranberry pudding Mademoiselle. The prefect blend… blend of uh… just you know sour and sweet,” the waiter stuttered as you looked back at him with flirtatious eyes. You raised your eyebrow and he continued, “Of course it’s not too sweet. I’ll take this back to the kitchen and bring out a new one immediately.”

Sebastian watched all this unfold right in front of him with a perplexed look on his face. And when the waiter left to return the dessert and bring a new one in, he gave you one stern look and questioned,

“What the fuck was that liebling?”

You made yourself comfortable on your seat and looked up at him as if you hadn’t just flirted with another in front of your husband.

“What do you mean Seb?”

“Verhalte dich nicht ganz unschuldig (Don’t act all innocent),” he spat back.

Sighing you replied in a calm tone, “Since you were being a grumpy old man all throughout dinner I thought I needed to find someone else to entertain myself.”

That was all it took for Sebastian to get up from the table, startling you. He grabbed hold of your hand and led you over to the dimly light but spacious washrooms.

Twisting the lock of the door and making sure no one could come in, he pushed your body over to the counter and kissed you harshly.

“You think you can act like a schlampe (slut) and get away with it?” Sebastian asked, his mouth leaving a hot trail of kisses down your open neck.

“I’ll show you what this old man can do.”

Sebastian lifted up your red dress and looked at you with a not so amused look when he realized what you were wearing.

“Only for you-“

“Oh shut it,” he kissed you with a strong sense of urge, letting his fingers run through your folds and gathering the sweet slick to bring it up to his mouth to taste it.

“So fucking sweet.”

You felt your face heat up at his dirty comment. Sebastian smirked at the coy look on your face and without any warning plunged his fingers into your hot & wet core. In and out he pulled and pushed his fingers and you lost yourself in the squelch of your pussy.

“Babe I’m close,” you let your husband know. Sebastian hummed in acknowledgement his lips hovering over your neck and marking small bites all over the expanse of your skin.

When you came with a sense of relief on his hands, Sebastian wasted no time and pulled out his dick, giving it a few strokes and pushing it into you without warning. You hissed due to the oversensitivity you felt after having cummed a few seconds ago.

“This feels so good, doesn’t it libeling?” He asked as he slid he steadied himself against you.

“Hmmm, yes, yes, it feels soo good Sebastian.”

Sebastian railed harder into you, feeling your velvety walls close around him, squeezing him tightly. He grabbed your jaw, making you look at him, your scrunched up eyes now opening up to look back at his bright blue eyes that were now filled with lust.

“Kiss me,” you whispered.

The minute the request left your plush lips, his were on yours, making out as he drilled into you. Within a matter of seconds you came undone around him. However, Sebastian was far from close. Pulling out of you, he turned you around. Protests fell from your lips, letting him know that you were oversensitive from having cummed twice, but he simply ignored your pleas knowing you were down bad as much as he was, despite your resistance.

You held on tight to the edges of the counter top of the fancy washroom the restaurant had. Just then, Seb pushed into you making you drag a sinful moan. Holding tight onto your waist, Sebastian barely showed you any mercy as he drilled into you at a menacing pace.

“Schau dich an, ganz angezogen, benimmst dich aber gegenüber anderen Männern immer noch wie eine schlampe (Look at you, all dressed up but still acting like a slut for other men),” your husband spat at you. He nibbled onto the shell of your ear as he spat a plethora of profanities into your ear.

You continuously moaned as Sebastian pushed into you and within the next few seconds you felt yourself letting out a powerful orgasm for the third time that night and your husband’s release coating your insides making you feel giddy like a first time bride. Exhausted as you were, you waited until Seb pulled out of you to turn around and slump onto him.

He angled your jaw so that you were looking up at him with your tired eyes. Stroking your cheek he teased you, “If only you hadn’t called me an old man and made me jealous in front of that dummer kellner (stupid waiter).”

You smiled and laid your head on his chest, replying back cheekily, “But it was worth it wasn’t me. I haven’t had sex like this for ages Seb. Felt so good.”

“Wait till you get to the hotel then.”

Laughing at the nasty things you were both going to do back at the hotel after being seamless here at the restaurant, Sebastian and you fixed yourselves up and left the restroom. Outside, the waiter who was waiting for your return barely looked you in the eye and Sebastian simply painted a smug smile on his face knowing he had set the “dummer kellner” in his place.

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vettelsvee · 20 days

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HISTORY SERIES

my masterlist

tr / rbr / ferrari / am seb x race engineer fem oc ⋆ documentary style with a total of 15 seasons, each one with its own plot (pay attention to warnings at the beginning of each chapter!)

if you wanna be tagged feel free to comment! feedback, as well as reblogs, are truly appreciated <3

started: APR 7TH 2024 currently status: on going! | last updated: april 14

JULY 2022. Four-time Formula 1 champion, Sebastian Vettel, announces his retirement by the end of the 2022 season via his recently created Instagram account. The main reason behind this important decission? The necessity of being close to his wife, his kids and, especially, not missing key moments in their lives.

However, around the German's mind there is an idea that, even if it is a bit contradictory to his beliefs of having a private personal life, it is required due to the hard criticism both him and his wife, Diana, had to face during their whole carreers, especially at the beginning of them and, of course, when they both met.

There was no doubt that, even people loved Sebastian and Diana Vettel, better known as the paddock royalty, they were during years the villains of a story full of secrets, lies and manipulation.

prologue: i hereby announce my retirement

TORO ROSSO

2008 SEASON 1: MEETING

Where Diana decides to give a chance to the world she has dreamed about since she was a child, without knowing that not only will she meet her future husband, but also that carving out a place in Formula 1 is not as easy as she definitely already imagined, especially being a woman, an university student and intern of the Toro Rosso internship.

part 1: meeting

part 2.1: first victory (part 1)

part 2.2: first victory (part 2)

part 3: do you really want us to try?

part 4: i wanna be there, with you

part 5: you'll find me in the stars

REDBULL RACING

2009 SEASON 2: SHE'S NOT HANNA

It is a fact that Diana and Sebastian are becoming closer. Both of them are beginning to see each other as something more than just friends, hiding their feelings, but the weight of the secret that Seb has a girlfriend looms over them. Will the golden boy be able to be honest with the girl he seems to be obsessed about, Diana, and her girlfriend, Hanna, or will some consequences of that secret be the tip of the iceberg of the ruin of the RedBull intern's life?

part 1: this is the least i could do

part 2.1: she's not hanna

part 2.2: happy birthday, di!

part 3: so... you're going

part 4: why have you lied to me?

part 5: rosberg, is this a date?

part 6: i forgive you, seb

2010 SEASON 3: LEAVE

description coming soon because there are huge season 2: she's not hanna spoilers

part 1: i never hid I was dating *spoilers*

part 2: stop talking shit about her

part 3: i wish you left

part 4: you're on your own, kid

part 5: you're not hanna, and never will be her

part 6: this is why no one loves you

part 7: talent or just a nice face?

part 8: leave

2011 SEASON 4: HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

description coming soon because there are huge season 3: leave spoilers

part 1: oops, he did it again

part 2: how you get the girl

part 3: everything is a thousand times better with you

part 4: hold on to hope

part 5: this feels like family

part 6: this is much better than driving, seb

part 7: is history repeating itself?

part 8: the sunshine of my life

2012 SEASON 5: THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT US

description coming soon because there are huge season 4: how you get the girl spoilers

part 1: kimi, you're our only hope

part 2: let's make birthday sex a tradition

part 3: alonso, don't say anything

part 4: i trusted you, webber

part 5: mum, you should move with dad

part 6: you say sorry just for show

part 7: we're dating

2013 SEASON 6: LET'S PLAY A LOVEGAME

description coming soon because there are huge season 5: they don't know about us spoilers

part 1: fuck multi 21, i wanna fuck you

part 2: stay calm and let me eat you out

part 3: we have to remember this days

part 4: she's pregnant

part 5.1: life and death: death

part 5.2: life and death: life

2014 SEASON 7: HER NAME IS EMILY

description coming soon because there are huge season 6: let's play a lovegame spoilers

part 1: congratulations!

part 2: runaway baby

part 3: your body, your choice

part 4: we're having a baby

part 5: you have to take a break

part 6: first baby's first party

part 7: her name is emily

part 8: wildest dreams

part 9: you're not fucking leaving

FERRARI

SEASON 8 (2015), SEASON 9 (2016), SEASON 10 (2017), SEASON 11 (2018), SEASON 12 (2019) AND SEASON 13 (2020) TBA

ASTON MARTIN

SEASON 14 (2021) AND SEASON 15 (2022) TBA

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prospectivereality · 3 months

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Burning desire | SV5

your complex relationship with Sebastian, your co-worker, reaches its climax during that one infamous night in cold Milan. Is it better speak or to die? Well, when you are both jealous stubborn maybe the way is to show

words: 4.9k, warnings: slight mentions of alcohol overuse, minor angst, mature (!) sexual content

Milan, late winter of 2019

Your breath hitched in your chest. You would have been lying if you said you weren't anxious. It seemed like just another day at work, but you felt like something was eventually going to happen. How could it? After all, it was just another season and just another gala di apertura with guests, sponsors and staff. It happened every year and you were part of it. Yet, you couldn't identify the reason why you felt different in that case.

The taxi driver just said you had arrived. Looking out the window, you checked out the surroundings where the event occurred. The tall, chic and historic building with luminous lights on the walls looked welcoming. It contrasted the city itself, full of graffiti, crumbling townhouses and streets. Such gems hidden in this city were not uncommon, and you allowed yourself a few seconds of silent praise for the Ferrari’s choice before leaving the car and paying.

A long, silky red gown hit the carpet, which was prepared for the guests, as you took your first step. Goosebumps immediately showed on your skin the moment the chilly wind enveloped your whole body. Your entire back was exposed in that dress, you could have been prepared and taken a jacket. For the sake of a ”flawless look,” you had resigned. After slightly fixing the dress by hand, you headed towards the door passing the assistants in suits waiting outside with a faint smile.

This was the time to put your charm on.

The inside was already boiling. The excited bustle and warm laughter filled the spacious red-decorated hall. Dimmed lights added intimacy and elegance to the décor, while an orchestra hidden somewhere in the corners played Italian classical music. Ferrari events were, well, to say at least pleasant in terms of the atmosphere and venues. They always had an Italian touch framed by timeless elegance. Sometimes you even regretted being here because you worked there. Those nights would have been so much easier as the wife of a millionaire posing for photographs by his side.

You began to pass shy but elegant smiles to every single guest who locked their eyes on you. With the long dress and perfectly styled hair, you could simply blend into the sea of guests. A person who did not work with you every day would not be able to distinguish you from a worker or potential investor. Some men seemed to keep their gaze on you for a little too long time to be considered appropriate, which you found amusing. However, unveiling the whole truth and speaking frankly - you were bored. You were extremely bored with those events and you have discovered in recent months a rather risky but effective way for passing the time. Little innocent talks with gentlemen. They were always pleasing and showering compliments. You heard a lot of stories about their miserable love life, cheating wives or unfaithful girlfriends. To some extent, you had a lot of fun listening to their monologues but part of you was telling you ”they think that you can be a perfect replacement and distraction”.

But now, you headed your steps to the waiter holding the champagne tray and took one glass, just to create an aura of warmer appearance. In darker corners of the room, you always drank with lustful sips this light liquid and swapped glasses with waiters in a discreet way. You couldn’t let yourself to be actually seen drinking champagne by your boss. However, it was encouraged to just hold it in order to make the whole event more social and less resembling a big sponsorship hunt. It soon turned out that coping with all your evening positives or nightmares was impossible for you without getting intoxicated. This made you start to suspect that someone must know your little secret, and you honestly didn't know which of your two secrets would be more awful if they went out.

You barely had time to notice that some gentleman in the near distance of two meters seemed to approach you. Smiles that you were giving out to other guests in the recent minutes were apparently encouraging him to do so. Trying to remain your mask and give him as natural appearance as possible you moved your gaze at him and welcomed by passing your hand and offering your name.

”Is my pleasure to meet you. My name is Niccolo” the man bowed slightly with respect and squeezed your hand with grace. A soft smile danced on his lips. In his words, you couldn’t sense a single note of an Italian accent in his perfect English.

He looked rather old money in his dark grey suit and perfectly plain shirt. Some expensive watch shined on his wrist and a tiny gold brooch sparkled on his suit. You quickly noticed how his sharp jaw and nose enveloped his face giving a masculine appearance. His sparkly dark eyes were looking at you quite empathetically. It was not difficult to observe that his dark bushy hair was also arranged impeccably. He was probably in his late 20s. You would be lying if you said he didn't look handsome. Elegance was beaming from him and he was undoubtedly a resemblance of every woman’s dream.

”I bet you are representing ferrari tonight? Looking at your dress” he said halfway letting out a soft chuckle.

You laughed politely at his notice.

”Actually I am. Does my covered inspection of guests give everything out?”

”Mh.. I would rather say it was the way you move around the place. With confidence and grace. Seems like you are in your element”

His words were genuinely astonishing to you. But you knew you couldn’t fall for intelligent banter.

”If I may ask to get to know about you a little more. Are the finances or something else close to your profession at ferrari?” He asked locking dark eyes on you and taking a sip of champagne.

”None of it. I don’t actually know why they insisted me on going here. I work for scuderia ferrari”

”Woman in motorsport? That is very impressive to see” He admitted

Throughout the conversation, he seemed highly professional and did not seem to ask you about any details. You were in a way surprised by the respect he paid to you by showing how equal he treated you.

It was still the bare minimum.

”I would love to learn something about you too,” you said pretending to be truly interested in conversation ”What is your purpose for tonight?”

He changed his look to a more serious yet excited one, looking as if he had been waiting for such a question.

”My family company has been working closely with ferrari for the past few months in terms of marketing. We are delighted to have this manufacturer as our client. We know that Italians see the Ferrari as the sacred thing for their culture”

”You are not Italian?” you said with a confused mimic on your face before you had time to think about it.

”Well, technically I am” he laughed seeming amused by your reaction ”but we are based in Geneva, Switzerland. It is our hometown”

”Oh I see now” you said passing a bland smile.

Another rich man who will try to make you fall in love with his money and prestige

”You really intrigued me” he said suddenly looking straight in your eyes ”I love dropping by Monaco in May to see the formula races, but I still haven’t had any opportunity to speak with someone who works in that industry. Could you tell me more about it?”

”Well” you started ”It is rough. Much more different than fancy galas and special events. It’s loud, it is chaotic and emotional. You have to think and act fast, especially if you sit in a garage like me. I am an engineer” you said faking a smile.

”I thought I couldn’t be more mesmerised by a woman tonight. I am looking up at you” he sightly laughed with astonishment and disbelief.

You sensed that someone was observing your conversation. That was when you saw him. Looking to your right at a distance of a few meters and observing you carefully with discreet, light-shot diamonds from his eyes. Without shame, he looked intently at the two of you while sipping champagne, one hand held in his pocket.

He looked annoyed, like a little brat that was taken away from his favourite toy. You know him, he acts like this when he doesn’t get what he wants. There was a slight assumption in your mind earlier that he would also be here tonight. Why wouldn't he be? He was the Ferrari star that they like to show off to sponsors.

You looked again at Niccolo and tried to act normal as the cold, unpleasant shiver ran down your back. It wasn’t caused by fear, it was anger.

”Are you alright?” your speaker turned to you snapping you out of trans.

”Yes, everything is fine” you said trying to sound convincing and passing a bland smile.

You knew that he was still looking at you.

You did not have to wait long till he found you and caught you near the tables with fancy appetisers. The place was much more intimate and discreet than the rest of the ballroom, allowing you to catch your breath and take a break from the business small talk. But even solitude accompanied by a single potted palm couldn’t save you from Sebastian. After catching him approaching, you averted your gaze immediately.

You didn’t have to look at him to be sure who was standing next to you. His presence, smell and movements suddenly appeared similar to you, even natural. For several seconds, he did not speak until he faced you fully and shamelessly while you were still pretending to be curious about the appetisers.

”Hmh” the unnatural sound left his throat. He seemed tensed.

You continued to ignore him by putting perfectly sliced smoked salmon with celery crunch on your plate.

”Good to see you’’ he said with more conviction in his voice slightly raising his head up.

It was becoming hardly possible to ignore him anymore. You allowed yourself to shed the last remnants of your pride and face him. A familiar sight of black steed on his chest first caught your eye, but this time it was falling up and down along with his white shirt underneath rather quickly with each of his breath. The black suit looked flawless, but he still had trouble finding the right length of pants.

”Surprised you decided to talk with me”

”Why wouldn’t I?”

”You are no longer worried about your boss's opinion now? A very important gala for the brand and here you are chatting with your engineer. Maybe he is annoyed with you at this very moment because you are more needed next to some Italian billionaire"

”You like to be bitter shatz, do you? What is wrong with talking about work in work? Don’t you think I have different intentions”

”Hm, honestly I stopped after some time when you limited your words towards me to some quick analyses after the sessions” you could see how Sebastian already opened his mouth to say something in his defence but you continued ”but now I think you just wanted me to stop talking to that man”

”Honestly, I couldn’t care less” he said full of himself, but you knew that his words were far away from being honest.

A silent treatment was given to him by you. He never was a good liar and his pride and stubbornness never made it better. You watched as he reached for one of the appetisers in front of you. This movement forced him to take his eyes off you, which he did rather willingly, and get a little closer to your left to be able to grab food.

”What did you want to discuss Herr Vettel?” After some time you went on with irony in your voice ”some problems in the sim? Or questions about new regulations-”

”What was his name?” He interrupted you and gave no interest in what you have been saying. His tone was firm yet definitely not jealous. Casually and still not looking at you, he took another bite of his appetiser. Watching how his lips sank into the food you blinked astonished. He is the only person who could deny the accusation a few moments earlier just to confirm later the obvious.

Before deciding to answer his question you took a glass of champagne that lucky was nearby.

”Niccolo? I guess. Some wealthy old money from Geneva”

”Sounds like most of them” he said looking amused ”Young, good-looking and prosperous. Did you give him your contact already?”

Sebastian was behaving mean and viciously. He knew he was stepping on thin ice and regretted the words that hung in the air.

”What kind of a woman do you take me for?” you huffed, visibly disappointed with his behaviour.

The moment of realisation hit him when the content expression was fading from his face. He genuinely looked concerned suddenly, almost scared. A lump in his throat appeared in a matter of seconds while he swallowed nervously, his Adam’s apple visibly popping off.

”The wisest one, shatz” he tries saving his position like a soldier on the front losing an inevitable war. ”Don’t mind what I sa-”

”If you think you are able to sweet me up with your silly words you are mistaken Vettel” you say sharply looking straight into his eyes ”I am not a goddamn FIA”

Normally Sebastian would share a chuckle at your words but he wasn’t able to take such a risk at the moment. He just stood there with an empty mind and lack of words on his tongue, but at the very moment when you turned around and made your way towards the lavish parquet he stormed after you, your name leaving his lips in a rather jittery tone.

”Hey! Stop” his voice reaches your ears to your great dismay. You attempted to gracefully escape from him and hole up in a crowd. Dozens of lavish guests and scrumptious businessmen had become a jungle in which you tried to escape from your predator.

You were so close, that you thought you almost got it when you felt his warm hand grabbing your shoulder. Reluctantly you turned around trying to behave normally somehow. In the crowd next to all your coworkers, there was never any room for error.

”Talk to me” says Sebastian softly, his tone and mimic visibly different than from minutes ago. He took off his mask and was honestly asking you for this privilege. His hand still hasn’t left your shoulder, probably forgetting where you were or simply doing it by habit.

”Not here, Sebas-” you started sounding defeated.

”Come on” without hesitation he adjusted his grip this time grabbing your hand and directing the both of you somewhere. He didn’t care if someone saw you so he led you towards the corridors, passed bathrooms and finally reached one of the backrooms.

To his delight the doors were open and the sight of a private lodge appeared before your eyes. Sebastian was fast closing them behind and sighting deeply, standing his back to you.

”Well, what a scene” you huffed ”I thought that one in Hungary would be the last one”. The tension of the situation wasn’t in your favour which forced you to practice mockery as a coping mechanism.

”Listen,” he said his accent getting thicker ”This doesn’t work”

”Sorry?” you said bewildered frowning your brows.

German turned around slowly now facing you but still having trouble with maintaining eye contact.

”This dynamics or whatever it is”

You could feel how anger bubbled inside of you and the colour of your cheeks started to match the one of your dress.

”Yes! Because what have you been thinking while you don’t dare speak a word to me? As you play push and pull game with me around the paddock and live in the delusion of whatever is going on!” you raised your voice taking a step closer to him.

”Sorry, but I don’t quite understand what should I do? What do you expect from me? Just to pretend everything is fine and continue this?” He started to step away from his calm stance seeing your reaction.

”See? You are running from responsibility, and consequences. You act like everything is amazing and then you completely ignore me the next day, I see you in that garage and you just stare as if you see a ghost. That’s fucking heartbreaking”

Your voice sounds for a second like it is close to cracking. Sebastian is standing before you, looking at the floor as he is debating internally. You decide to say something more, something that was deep in your thoughts for a longer time.

”Why are you just so cruel and do this to me and then leave me? I don’t understand you. You leave me every time. Every time after you begged me to stay, after kissing me, making love to me. You are not decided. Why do you do this shit and then I see you flirting with other women?”

You feel burning in your eyes and you swear internally at yourself because the last thing you ever wanted to do is to show him that you care that much.

”You need to understand” Sebastian says quietly knowing that his heart is fighting with his mind. The words he is saying are unnaturally formulating on his lips, and he is feeling the weird taste of the lie he will hate afterwards. ”You are just my engineer. Nothing more”

An uncomfortable spike in your chest appears unwillingly but you don’t want to believe his words. You know he lost this war. He can be untruthful with himself but you know him too well now to not know what is the reality.

”It is not true,” you say taking the risk. He is now fully looking at you ”You are scared.”

Sebastian felt like he was sinking. His knees never felt tonight weak but suddenly, someone, made them unstable. The sound of fears spoken aloud happens to be the worst wake-up call. He swallowed hard taking a step closer to you and a weird sensation of madness appeared in his body. It was so strong that he couldn’t compare it to anything that made him angry about you earlier. It wasn’t near to that stupid argument over the strategy or the time you first time drunkenly made out at the celebration party.

”Honestly, I can’t bear you,” he said staring into your soul. He wasn’t lying, you knew he spoke the truth once you noticed his dark gaze. ”I can’t stand being in the same room with you, hearing as you speak. You cursed me.”

”Sebastian” left your lips more as a warning than a plea.

”You consumed me so much, that I had to do that. Don’t you understand? You messed up my head, you ruined me in a way nobody will fix.”

Your chest was falling up and down quickly. Suddenly, it became even harder to breathe than speak. ”Could you..” You started but his eyes were almost eating you and your bodies involuntarily got closer speaking for your thoughts. Choosing to listen to your own selfish needs that appeared in your body like an uncomfortable itch you closed the gap as your lips smashed on his. He was tensed, but as soon as it happened he started to attack your lips mercilessly. There was a lack of gentleness in his action; he was starved as you of tasting each other. Slowly taking in more air between kisses you sweetly moaned.

Sebastian grabbed your arms hardly pushing you against the marble counter standing nearly. He pressed his bodyweight into yours, gaining some stability and power in the position and shamelessly grabbed your breast, sensually yet firmly caressing it. Drowned in desire you bit his down lip hardly and felt how the man parted his lips and groaned. He always looked so beautiful as he did it. You could swear to death that nothing ever made you more full of yourself than hearing his pleasure. Soon enough you felt the taste of his blood on your teeth.

”Up for me” German said touching your thighs now.

He didn’t have to ask you twice. You willingly sat on the marble, feeling its coldness through the thin satin of your dress. He continued to kiss you, now more slowly moving his interest over the chin and neck. You threw your head back slightly hitting the mirror that was on the wall behind it. The guilt washed you weirdly mixed with overwhelming pleasure and desire. Closing your eyes you imaged how his dumb full lips would feel on your breasts. Your hands got lost in his blonde curls pulling them rather painfully.

His firm and soft palms rolled your dress up as your legs parted to make just enough space for him, you needed him closer. You felt how his interest was moved to your neck and to the forgotten necklace you wore for the night. Unexpectedly the end of his fangs grabbed it and dug into the gold harshly.

”I will buy you the one with ”S” on it,” he said under his nose more to himself than you. He was being possessive now, which normally would annoy you but now you were too lust-drunk.

His hands moved smoothly to your open back not breaking the kiss. Goosebumps welcomed you as you experienced skin-to-skin contact, Sebastian was quick to take off your spaghetti-thin straps and the satin fell exposing your breasts. Seeming very occupied with worshipping your neck he only touched them and twisted your nipple earning a high whimper from your mouth.

”That’s my girl.” he murmured against your skin.

But he was tempted for more as he a few seconds later moved his pinky lips to envelope one of your now painfully hard nipples. You let out a moan that was louder than once before, welcoming him and tugging his curls even firmer. He was the only one who could bring heaven and hell for you, purity and sin, unconsciously linking your souls through invisible string.

His soft and very much adored hands were on your hips as he kissed your sternum moving down. It felt like torture that could make you blush easily, all this intimacy was sky-rocketing with each of his movements.

”Seb” you whispered not knowing exactly what you wanted to say.

He returned to your lips, kissing them hungrily. You felt a spark of energy and decided to put your hands to use. They landed on his shoulders taking off the jacket and loosing up a tie in blind movements. He quickly got your idea and added his pair of hands to help you. Soon his shirt was loose, with a few undone top buttons.

You tried desperately to bring him even closer and place sweet kisses on his lips again. Moving them down you peppered with kisses properly his jaw until you reached his neck. Feeling all dominant all of sudden you sucked his skin, biting gently. A shaky groan left his throat as you let out his skin with a wet pop. Your masterpiece was done - red marking showing that Vettel is not such available as it may appear to women.

He took a few seconds to look at you. His eyes were now in deep ocean blue mirroring your body impatiently. His movements were yet controlled, and his hands again found their way on your thighs but you felt like he was winning at this game.

”Sebastian, could you just fuck me” a whine left your lips. You were done.

Normally if he was cruel, he would just chuckle and mock how needy you are for him. He would show his infamous half-smile and take pleasure in it. But he was far from fucking it up this time, again. He wanted it to be serious, he wanted it to be the time.

That was a moment Sebastian Vettel promised himself to ruin all men for you.

”Schatz” he said lowly, kissing your face again ”Schatz, Schatz, Schatz. Anytime”

He didn’t hesitate unbuckling his belt and to get his semi-hard manhood on display. He gave it a few strokes and looked for the condom, he knew he had somewhere in his pocket. You didn’t give a second thought why he came to the gala with protection, trying to push out any feelings of uncomfortable jealousy it could give, you wanted him too much to worry about it now.

Positioning himself you moved a bit on a counter, and soon with a feeling of him being inside you both gasped. He started to move putting his hands on your hips as your legs enveloped his waist.

You would lie if the feeling of him wasn’t addictive. It was too addictive. It shuttered your world to pieces and made it an eden at the same time, leaving you longing, wishing that he could be more than just an undefined sex partner. The labels have never been put on, and this to much of your dismay itch you a bit.

Oh but you know it wasn’t just sex. Oh, it wasn’t

Sebastian was more and more confident and adjusted to your walls as he began to thrust deeper, faster. It was purely erotic as he was able to create sweet moans coming from your mouth. He got closer kissing you shortly before placing his head near your shoulder and erratically breathing right in your ear.

It felt too intimate, but you didn’t care. You also didn’t care as the furniture gave a little sound with your movements. You didn’t care about the probability of half of Ferrari looking for you right now at the ballroom. You only heard husky ”I missed that”, ”you take me so well” and ”show me how much I do you right shatz” praised right next to your ear.

It was getting sloppy. Your skin and clothing started to get sticky to each other, your breathing pattern was irregular and you weren’t so quiet anymore. Sebastian's movements were more and more firm now, taking you right, fuc- making love to you properly.

”Schatz. fuck. You are- ” you really wanted to listen to him but your head was feeling dizzy. ”You are mine. Never fucking again I will leave you”

”Oh, Seb” You started to cry, You weren’t sure if it were emotions anymore, pleasure or just the sense of relief.

Sensing you were close to German placed his thumb on your clit rubbing it in a circular motion.

”For me? Come for me pretty” he begged trying to kiss you but missing greatly due to his fast thrusts.

The orgasm hit you shortly causing your back to arch and again banging your head by the mirror. Warm pleasure taking over the control of your body felt better than you last remembered. Him being with you, doing this to you was your sweetest curse.

His movements got more irregular and soon he groaned lowly spending himself and kissing you again hotly. The image of his closed eyes and open mouth was undoubtedly an underrated artwork you could admire the whole day, and do everything to see it again and again. You both were going back from your high, catching your breath.

You wish it was simpler, you wish you weren’t coworkers. You wish he could see you the same way and don’t break your heart by confusing you.

”Seb?” you whispered gaining his all attention and eyes on you.

He didn’t say a word just stared patiently at your flushed and wet cheeks.

”I shouldn’t be wanting you”

”Why?” He asked confused frowning his brows, which quite didn’t match his blue angelic eyes.

”If we weren’t in such dynamics it would be easier. I just- it is wrong. It makes me feel bad and guilty” you confessed ”and so tired and confused fighting with you.”

Resisting too.

He hesitated for a moment, his hands gently stroked your back.

”If you think of the reaction of others, well I would lie if I said we should fuck them. But remember, it is about you. You make decisions about your own life. You cannot just live and be people pleaser all the time. You believe you are doing something wrong because someone told you it must be, we cannot choose what we like, can we?”

”Or we love,” you said without thinking.

Sebastian looked at you with visible terror in his eyes. It was not supposed ever to leave your lips.

”Don’t play with me” he said quietly resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes.

You kissed him and stroked his hair gently. It was in mess now, the strands of hair falling on the warm forehead were wet from sweat.

”Please, you can- may, continue, Sebastian”

”I think” he started with a puzzled expression ”that we just fucked a couple of minutes ago”

”Again, please” you looked at him sadly ”I don’t want to leave, go back to those people. I want to stay with you”

Stay with you for eternity. I missed the feeling of being in your arms,

I wish I could never leave them.

You thought but you had enough sanity not to say.

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sugakookie78 · 10 months

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Secret, but not Private (Instagram AU)

Pairing: Group 3:

Post 1: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Post 2: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Post 3: Sebastian Vettel x Reader

All pictures are from either Instagram, Pinterest, or Tumblr

@/danielricciardo Weekend away

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landonorris Was I invited? Was it lost in the mail?

danielricciardo No... you weren't invited at all

landonorris What?

danielricciardo Yeah, we wanted a weekend by ourselves

user1 Who is she?

user2 I don't think anyone knows. This is only the second time Daniel has posted her

@/lewishamilton Date night and beach morning with my love

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sebastianvettel Have fun, man

lewishamilton Thanks!

user1 What? Lewis?

user2 Does anyone know who this is?

user1 No, this is the first time she's been posted too

user3 Lewis is dating someone? How long?

@/sebastianvettel Cozy morning + date night in. Love you!

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lewishamilton You have a lady?

sebastianvettel Yeah, you'll have to meet her soon

user1 She's so secret that even Lewis hasn't met her?

user2 What? Hello?

mickschumacher What food did you have?

sebastianvettel We had some chicken and rice

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bellewintersroe · 7 months

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Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngineer! Reader 18+.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 10- here’s the LINK for part 9. This chapter contains smut, mentions of oral sex, protected sex (seb is an Angel ok) Seb and Jen are getting rid of some of the tension they’ve felt for months. Jen lets a little secret slip to which Sebastian finds quite embarrassing… Seb is shy🥺🥺 but also in the next few chapters I wanna explore his dominant, cocky side. I feel like this isn’t my best work but 100% more Seb smut incoming… taglist: @rainerax @peachiicherries @jaypreshpresh @mccall-muffin

Seb’s hand landed on the back of my head, deepening the kiss with just as much want and need as I offered him. My hands rested on his shoulders, the grey Red Bull hoody ever so slightly bunching up in my fingers. When I went to fall back down off my tip toes, believing the kiss was over, Sebastian dipped down, pulling me back by the waist. Our fronts pressed together as he firmly held me in place, lips moving against mine. He was bending me backwards, yanking my hips into his. I purposefully pushed forwards, hoping to feel the hard of his cock.

The kiss was getting a little too sensual to be in the hallway of a hotel, so when a family walked past, we awkwardly stood there whilst he fumbled the key card out of my pocket, clearing his throat with a head hung low. I accidentally giggled, finding myself unable to stop the burst of laughter until he closed the door behind us.

“What’re you laughing at?” He snickered himself, playfully putting a palm over my mouth, the other wrapping over my shoulders to pull me in closer again. “Just… it was funny, you were so nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.” He smiled, dropping his palm down to my chin as he caressed a finger on my skin. “No I said you were, not you are. Unless you actually are.” I rambled as he sheepishly glanced side to side.

“Now you are just putting words in my mouth.” The German squeezed my cheeks slightly as I went to argue back, but he’d kissed me, cutting my words off short. I hummed out a quick laugh, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. The laughter soon faded when he’d purposefully pulled me closer, stepping slowly until my back hit the wall gently.

The kiss was intense, our tongues were moving against one another and I felt like I couldn’t get enough. My fists balled around his jumper, pulling him closer, and when I felt the hardness in his trousers press up against my abdomen a soft moan escaped my mouth, remembering exactly what he’d been doing to himself last night. Sebastian reacted by bucking them up slightly, and I gasped, breaking the kiss, “are you ok?” He asked as I nodded, smiling back as I held his gaze.

Sebastian smiled and dipped his head, kissing down my jaw and neck. I gasped out, the intensity of his kisses making me breathless as I replayed the sounds of his moans over and over again. “Seb.” I whimpered, fingers raking through his hair. He continued his kissing as my head dropped back in utter arousal against the wall he had me up against.

“Fuck… I heard you last night.” I managed out as Seb paused, standing up a little straighter as he watched me with almost horror in his eyes.

“I-I heard you, saying mine name, everything.” His cheeks immediately warmed as I continued speaking, not wanting him to feel ashamed. “You should've come in.” I pressed myself closer to him, hands falling to his crotch where I grazed my fingers over the button on his jeans. God knows why he was wearing them when he was hungover. I kissed the corner of his lips on my tip toes, his smile widening as he held his forehead. “I am so embarrassed.”

“No, no. Don’t be.” I paused my actions, holding onto the waist of his pants instead. Sebastian swallowed, scanning my eyes. “I thought the door was shut.” He awkwardly laughed, head dropping as I meant back against the wall, swinging on his waist band ever so slightly. My pussy was throbbing thinking about him touching himself for me, I wanted to hear those moans again, I needed it.

“I didn’t realise you heard.” He laughed again, stepping a little closer. “Fuck.” He cursed, rubbing at his eyes. “It’s fine, Seb. I just… couldn’t exactly concentrate on anything else this morning.” I swallowed, maintaining eye contact with him.

“Why?” He half smirked, watching down to me, a hand planting on the wall besides me. A small shyness took over me as I giggled. “Thinking about what I heard, obviously.” I glanced at him up and down as he stepped closer, kissing my forehead before meeting my lips once again.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” I hushed, Seb hummed gently against my mouth. “I liked it.” I hushed as he let out a soft groan, sliding his hand down from the wall, to the back of my neck to kiss me with a stronger need, practically moaning against my mouth. My fingers then fumbled to undo his button, feeling a relief when I slipped his jeans down, resting my hand right over where his cock began.

“I need you.” Seb practically growled, rolling his hips into my hand, he went to make a start on my shorts, but I’d already pulled his cock free, glancing down to see his large member, rock hard in my smaller hand. We both looked down at the same time, making eye contact and smiling gently before I began stroking him slowly.

“I need you, Seb.” My voice barely reached above a whisper, feeling slightly shy as I began pleasuring him. Sebastian’s eyes fluttered shut, head falling against the wall besides me, lips pressing to the top of my head as I felt my stomach fill with butterflies.

“Have me.” His voice cracked as I let out a closed mouth moan, falling down to my knees for him at the admission. I glanced up, watching him mesmerised with me, our eyes met and I licked his tip, watching his face contort in pleasure before I wrapped my mouth around his tip, taking him in in my mouth. I hadn’t sucked anybody’s dick in so long, especially not somebody I found this attractive. I suddenly felt under pressure so I just remembered to make him as wet as possible, eventually using my hand to jerk off part of his cock I couldn’t fit down my throat.

Sebastian was breathing heavily, groaning each time I took him as far back. I tried not to gag and choke, but he was big and my gag reflex wasn’t the best. I sucked him a little more firmly, feeling his hand wrap in my hair, resting on the back of my head as he groaned, swearing out as he rested against the wall, feeling the bob of my head. “Fuck, that feels so good. You’re so good.” He grunted out followed by the sexiest groan I had ever heard. My legs tightened, feeling the desperation growing in my pussy. “Put your hands down your pants, touch yourself.” His words had me moaning around his cock. Who knew he had such a dirty mouth? I followed his instructions, moaning as I sucked a little harder, his cock muffling any noise that escaped my lips.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Sebastian’s hips bucked out as I gagged slightly. “Sorry, sorry.” He gently took hold of my chin as I pulled off with a gasp. “Are you ok?” “I’m good.” I nodded with a smile, sucking his tip as he let out a closed mouth groan, brushing my hair tenderly out of my hair. “Fuck, you could make me cum so quick.” Sebastian spoke as I giggled, allowing him to hold my head still, just in front of his cock. He pulled me up, practically lifting me off the floor as my legs wrapped around his waist. “Oh my god.” I laughed as he offered me a shy smile before kissing me with a hunger I almost couldn’t keep up to.

Sebastian eased me back onto my feet, hand stuffing under my shorts and under my thongs. I could feel the slick of my wetness against his fingers. My breath hitched as he rubbed against my clit, over my hole and eventually sliding a finger in. Sebastian had the most fucking talented fingers, he had me moaning and gasping for air in no time.

I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter as he used his other hand to rub on my clit, kissing me desperately as I whined and whimpered in his mouth, my legs shaking furiously. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I gasped out the words in shock. My hips were gyrating in the movement of Sebastian’s and he was flushed in the face, mouth agape as he brought me to my peak.

“Cum, cum for me.” Sebastian muttered as I felt myself letting go, hiding my face in his shoulder as I felt the tightness in my stomach explode. My legs turned weak and I was borderline trembling, holding onto his shoulders for support as he coerced me through my orgasm. Holy fuck, no man had ever made me finish so quickly in my life.

“Fuck.” I cursed as he let out a soft throaty groan, pulling out of me gently. “Let’s get these off.” He slowly tugged at the waist of my leggings, “wait!” My eyes fell on the curtains. “Can we- can we close the curtains first?” I didn’t need any harsh, direct sunlight on me, not when I was getting naked in front of Sebastian.

“Of course.” We shared another sweet kiss, before he pulled his boxers back on, but kicked free of his jeans. When he went to close the curtains, I sat on the edge of the bed, smiling shyly down to my waist. Sebastian was slow with his movements, running a hand down my thigh before tugging at the material, freeing me of both my underwear and leggings at once. “I want to taste you.” His words were barely a whisper, but I let out a soft moan in response, feeling the warm wet kiss of his lips over my thighs. Sebastian moved forwards, pushing my legs aside slightly as he began licking at my dripping pussy. I was sensitive. My head dropped back with a slight moan as he dove deeper in, pleasuring me gently as he groaned into my core. My hand fisted at the sheets, tightening my grip around the white fabric as though I’d rip it.

“Fuck me, Seb.” I whined, hips bucking up into his mouth. He hummed against my pussy, hands smoothing over my thighs as he remained pleasuring me for a few more moments before pulling up again. “You want to?” He double checked as I nodded, perching up slightly on my elbows.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “I need ah- a condom. Fuck.”

“You don’t have any?” I watched him half naked scurry towards his suitcase, rummaging through. “I do.” He pulled one out, sitting on the edge of the bed to roll it on. He seemed nervous, a little shy- it made me feel I was losing my virginity again. Maybe that was a weird thing to think.

Sebastian climbed on top of me after discarding his t shirt to the floor. We were both completely naked now and I swallowed nervously feeling him brushing the tip of his cock against my lips. I always preferred sex raw, it felt better, but I wasn’t complaining, especially when I felt the stretch of his cock filling inside of me.

I gasped gently, Sebastian paused, lifting his head. “Is that ok?”

“Yeah, it’s good.” I nodded. Hand holding onto his arms as he pushed himself up slightly, hands on either side of me as I hummed out a gently moan when he thrusted into me. “Let me know if you want to stop.” He muttered as I pulled him down into a kiss. “I will.” After that comment we moved into the love making, Seb fucking into me as he released all the pent up sexual tension that had existed between us before. The bed squeaked beneath us and our bodies grew hotter with the movements we shared.

When he was close to climax, his hand cupped my cheek, watching back to me with a pleasured expression that almost made me feel like I was dreaming. “Fuck.” He cursed, jaw tightening before abruptly opening again and a quick moan left his mouth. “Seb.” I cooed, lifting my hips slightly.

His head dropped down besides mine, lips pressing a lingering kiss to my cheek. “I wanted you for so long.” He dirty talked. In return, my legs spread wider and I pressed my hands into his lower hips, pulling him in harder.

“Harder, Seb.” I whispered. “If I go any harder, I’ll cum.” He warned.

“I want you to.” I moaned into his ear as he let out a satisfied groan at my words, catching me off guard with another kiss before fucking his hips into me harder, faster, there was more passion. Holy shit he was good.

As he reached his climax, I could feel the tremble of his tense arms, the way his legs wriggled slightly, chasing his orgasm. His breathing became heavier and his voice was clouded by grunts and slight moans I could tell he was holding back.

“Cum for me, Seb-” was all I managed out before he came crashing down, eyes screwing shut before his hips snapped and his body was thrown into an overwhelming orgasm. I don’t know how, or why, but Sebastian reaching his peak was so hot and overwhelming that I seemed to come crashing down after him.

“Fuck.” I cursed, head lolling to the side as my chest rose and fell quickly. Seb’s body crashed down on top of me, breathing eventually slowing down from his orgasm. I imagined what it would’ve felt like if he didn’t have a condom on, the feeling of being so irreplaceably full with him.

“Sebastian.” I hummed out a quiet moan, hand running down the back of his head, as I felt his hot breaths against the crook of my neck.

“Are you ok?” He gently cooed, chest flush to my own. “Yeah… are you?” I whispered as he pressed his lips to mine, hips rolling gently, barely even there, as he milked the last of our orgasms.

“Yeah.” He sexily sighed out. The two of us glanced down as he pulled out slightly, I grimaced a little at the feeling before he kissed me several more times.

As Sebastian was pulling the condom off and discarding of it, he began speaking again. “I could’ve… lasted longer, it’s just, you were really good.” My stomach knotted at his words, I smiled back to him.

“I like it, Seb. You were good.” I shyly pulled the covers over myself, sitting up. As I watched him, I was almost in disbelief that this had actually happened.

Only weeks prior we were ‘friends’ with an undeniable attraction, I never actually thought anything would happen between us. Looking back to when I was still with my ex, compared to now, I felt like my life had done a complete 360, and I was so excited to see what else Sebastian and I could get up to…

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starkwlkr · 26 days

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let the light in (sv5)

cause i love to love, to love, to love, you i hate to hate, to hate, to hate you — lana del rey

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ABU DHABI

The following morning, Sebastian had woken up to Sofia on his bed while he was on the sofa in the most uncomfortable position ever. He was pretty sure his body would ache for the rest of the day. Sofia was perfectly fine, apart from a small headache from last night’s previous events. She sat in Sebastian’s bed watching reruns of the Golden Girls.

“Morning, champ. I thought you weren’t going to wake up until the afternoon.” Sofia chuckled.

“You thought wrong. I’m actually going to be productive . . as soon as my bones stop aching.”

“Let’s go get breakfast, my treat.” Sofia said as she stood up, letting the sheets fall to the ground. She had slept in one of his shirts and her favorite pair of silk pajama shorts, something Sebastian liked. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.” She said to him before leaving his room.

On her way out, she had bumped into into Mark and Fernando, who were also on their way to get breakfast. “Hey.” The woman greeted them casually as she walked back to her room.

“Hi?” Mark gave a tiny wave then looked at the room she had just come out of.

“Are they . . . you know?” Fernando questioned Mark.

The Aussie shrugged. “I don’t know. . .” They stayed silent for a few seconds then heard the hotel room door open once again. Sebastian, with his hair all messy, walked outside. “Hey mate, what’s going on?” Hoping they would get an answer out of him.

“Not much.”

Fernando wasn’t taking that for an answer. “Are you and Sofia seeing each other?”

“Oh god.” Mark mumbled clearly embarrassed.

“Me and Sofia? Why? Who’s asking?” Sebastian was fully awake now.

“Me.” Fernando replied. “I did hear one guy from MotoGP was thinking of asking her out. I can’t remember his name though.”

Suddenly Sebastian felt like his world came crashing down. Someone else had a crush on Sofia? No, that couldn’t be true.

“MotoGP? So . . . We should find out who because those MotoGP guys are not good enough for Sofia.” Sebastian confidently said. “They’ll break her heart and probably leave her crying.”

“Oh! I remember his name!” Fernando said. “Casey Stoner!”

“Another Aussie?” Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully.

“Funny.” Replied Mark, followed by a deep sigh. “Just don’t do anything stupid. Knowing you, you’re going to do it anyway, but just remember that I warned you.”

“You’re such a dad or maybe like an older brother. Are you an older brother? You give me dad vibes though.” Fernando told Mark as the pair walked away to the elevator.

Sebastian brushed it off and thought about his choices. He could either tell Sofia about his true feelings and possibly get rejected or say nothing and watch the love of his life be with someone else. . . Why did life have to be so confusing?

“Shit.” He mumbled to himself. “Fuck!” He said rather loudly which caused Mark and Fernando to give him some confused looks.

“What’s wrong with him? He’s the world champion, he’s got nothing to worry about.” Fernando said as the elevator doors opened.

‘If only you knew’ Mark thought to himself.

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Sofia was talking to Jenson when Sebastian spotted her in the lobby. She had some denim shorts and a simple white shirt that fit a little big on her. She said goodbye to Jenson since he was leaving for his flight. It was all fine until she turned around to face Sebastian. On her shirt was a Casey Stoner graphic. Sebastian could feel his world come crashing down. Yeah it was just a shirt, but it felt like a thousand knives stabbing his heart. Dramatic? Yeah, but this was Sebastian we’re talking about.

“Nice shirt.” He looked at her outfit.

“Thanks! I got it a few months ago, well I didn’t buy it. Casey gave it to me when some friends and I went to a MotoGP race. We should go to a race together, come on, it’ll be fun.” Sofia encouraged.

“Casey? You two are on first name basis now?” He wondered.

“Well that’s his name?”

“Yeah, but . . . Never mind.”

All Sofia said was a simple “okay?”

Instead of being the usual talkative person, Sebastian stayed rather quiet during their entire breakfast. He would occasionally make a little conversation, but he didn’t make an effort, which didn’t go unnoticed by Sofia.

“Alright, what’s wrong with you?” She had enough of the quietness that Sebastian was giving. “You’re acting weird and honestly, Seb, you’re upsetting me in front of my waffles.”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird.” He replied.

“Now you’re being an asshole. What’s wrong? Are we not friends?”

Friends. That hurt.

“Yes, but nothing is wrong.”

It was clear that he had made the wrong choice, one that he would regret for so many years.

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nonstoplover · 1 year

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a reason to stay ~ sebastian vettel (sv5)

my masterlist | my f1 masterlist

pairing: sebastian vettel x fem!reader

song inspiration: reason to stay ~ brett young

summary: just a small drabble about sebastian not wanting the love of his life to get up and leave for work in the morning

words: 2.08K

a/n: this song is literally one of my all time fave songs, brett's genius lyrics can always reach very deep into my heart. i always wanted to write about the situation depicted in the song, and when i listened to it yesterday, i accidentally looked at one of the pictures i have of seb on my wall, and i just knew that it's got to be him i write this about. this song screams sebastian vettel for me. anyway, enjoy!

please, don't be a ghost reader, leave a comment or rb! any feedback is well appreciated!

Saturdays are Sebastian's favourite days since his retirement from Formula One. You may ask, why? It's simple. Those are the days when his wife finally doesn't have to go to work, those days he can have her all to himself. The whole damn day. And without any stupid housework coming up that she just needs to do, as it always is with Sundays.

It's not like he hasn't tried to convince her to stop working, at least for a while. Or okay, fine, just do part-time. He has enough money for them to lead a comfortable life for now. And then he – or they – will figure out the rest in time.

But she loves her job, so what can he really do? She doesn't want to stop, or even go part-time. She enjoys waking up early in the morning, sip her morning coffee while swiftly skimming through the news on her phone. She doesn't mind getting dressed and then leave for work – leaving him alone for the rest of the day, right up until she comes back in the late afternoon. It isn't nearly enough of her for him. He wants more time. He needs more.

But today isn't Saturday. Not yet. It's just a regular Friday, nothing else. One more day of suffering at home, by himself.

Sebastian softly groans to himself, trying to come up with a new idea to keep himself entertained. There are days when he just can't seem to find anything that he would enjoy doing. The days when his mind keeps on straying back to driving race cars, and almost regretting his choice to retire. But only almost. He knows it was the right decision at that very moment. He always wanted to leave the sport when he's still at the top, and who is he kidding? These past seasons he's never had a car capable to win the championship. And anyway, he wanted to spend more time with his wife finally. The only time they have for themselves, just the two of them, are the weekends, and when he was still racing, sometimes those very weekends have been taken away from them just the same. As his mind – mind you, still half asleep as he's just woken up – slowly spins with thoughts, his eyes stray to her sleeping form right next to him.

A beam of early morning sun is sneaking in through the crack in the curtain, casting a glowing, golden orange line on the pillow, leading straight to her face. She's facing him, thankfully, so the light doesn't shine right onto her closed eyelids, waking her up. She's told him so many times to be careful when closing the curtains in the evenings. It's just one of those tiny things she can not stand – waking up to the sun shining in her eyes. 'That's why there's a curtain there in the first place', he can hear the gently scolding tone of her voice in his ears still.

But as the sunlight creeps up onto her laying body, he can't help but notice how it looks just like a halo, as it makes her (y/h/c) strands glow beautifully. She looks like a real life angel – and it's only further proof to what he's already been suspecting. That she's been sent from heaven only to make his life brighter, lovelier, calmer, and in general, more perfect than he ever expected his life to ever be.

He concludes to himself that he just really likes waking up before her as it gives him the chance to watch her sleep looking so peaceful and trouble-less. It must be one of his all time favourite sights. He'll never admit it to her though, he knows well enough that she doesn't like it, when he's watching her sleep. Even when it's in the car on a long journey and they stop at a red light and he turns to find her sleeping soundly by his side. Even when it's in a hotel room that he arrived back late to from a meeting on a Saturday night of a race weekend back when he was still racing. She seems to think she looks ridiculous when sleeping, which eventually led to him having to try his best to keep all his photos of her sleeping a secret.

In the calm silence of the room he can hear all the tiniest of sounds coming from their surroundings – the birds already chirping their morning songs on the other side of the windows, the manual clocks ticking away the precious seconds. Sebastian glances at the clock as his mind registers the sound coming from it, and internally groans with a roll of his eyes as his eyes take in the time. Just five more minutes left before it goes off. He dreads that very moment. The harsh ringing of the alarm breaking the quiet and the peace, ruining everything, ruining these sweet moments he can enjoy without her knowledge.

Out of nowhere a new thought pops in his head. Maybe he could convince her to stay. He has very good ways to do just that. He can be very convincing if he wants to be, and he knows it.

She stirs in her sleep, and his eyes snap back to her face, just in case her eyes flutter open. He loves watching her wake up, even if it means that the dreaded moment came. But no, she just moves until her head rests on his shoulder and her arms over his waist, then lets out a tiny whimper – something that sounds vaguely like his name – and then continues sleeping just as calmly as she's been doing up until then. He got a few more precious minutes.

His hand softly moves to rest on her upper back, unconsciously twirling a strand of her silk-like hair around his fingers. His own eyes close lightly again, enjoying the gentle press of their heads together. If he could, he would stay like this forever.

But then the alarm clock actually goes off, making Sebastian think one or two swear words in his mind as his arm shoots out in the direction of the device to make it silent again, while shifting his head a bit to be able to see his lover better. Her fingers twitch, he can feel it on the skin of his waist, and then her eyes eventually open – just for a second, before they close again, only to repeat the same notion a few times in the following seconds. Her body fights against waking up.

A smile makes its way onto his face, just as her eyelids open for the last time, revealing those sparkling (y/e/c) orbs to him, the ones he could easily get lost in every time she flashes them at him. Her lips lazily curve similarly to his as she takes in the sight of him.

"Morning," her slightly raspy voice fills the air of their bedroom in a whisper.

"Good morning, angel."

"You been awake for long?" she tightens her arm around him for a second, making him press a peck on top of her head in return.

"No, just woke up at the alarm." Small white lies like this never hurt anyone – especially if it means he doesn't have to stop watching her sleep and take pictures of her while doing so.

Then her fingers leave his skin, and he can feel her start moving further from his body. His arm doesn't loosen though, not even a bit, trying to keep her where she's been. "I gotta make my coffee, Seb," she lets out a giggle, feeling his hold remain on her.

"No," comes his simple reply.

"What do you mean, no?" her giggle grows into a somewhat louder chuckle.

"If you have your coffee, you will just leave sooner."

"Darling, I'll have to leave sooner or later, and you know it."

"I don't want you to."

Her body shifts in his arms, resulting in two things. His arms tighten around her torso even more, and her face turns entirely towards him, to be able to gaze into his eyes deeply and comfortably.

"We've been through this, Sebastian, please," she smiles. "I have to go to work."

He pouts, eyes boring into hers with an unspoken plead.

"You're behaving like a baby again."

Her words are familiar to his ears, since not more than two mornings prior they had a conversation almost exactly the same as this one. With a sigh he lets the muscles in his face move back to their natural state, just watching her with adoring eyes. "Okay, I stop. In exchange, can I at least kiss you?

Attentive icy blue orbs snap down towards her lips just as she bites into the bottom one, the cheeky, flirty grin painted on all his features. She nods, and that's all it takes for the man to lean in, capturing her in a breathtaking kiss. He pours all his thoughts and emotions into the action, letting her feel it in the taste of his lips, in the small gasps of air leaving him, in the way his eyelashes brush against her cheek every once in a while.

He's determined.

He wants to make her get lost in the kiss like she did so many times before. To get so lost that she completely forgets where she is, what their previous conversation was about, and most importantly, what time of what day it was. He kisses her to make her think it's already Saturday.

At her still mumbled words, he admits defeat. His kisses didn't work. Not this time. With a sigh audible enough to make her feel just a tiny bit guilty, he lets his arms slacken around her and his upper body to fall down, his back reconnecting with the mattress along with the sound of a soft thud.

With the help of his arms, he presses her warm body tightly into his, entirely engulfing her in his embrace. This is all he ever wants to do.

"Seb," she mumbles against his lips after a few minutes pass by. He pretends not to hear her, just keeps on stealing the oxygen from her lungs, hoping that just these few more moments are going to be enough to get what he wants. "Seb." Her voice comes louder and more certain the second time, as she tenderly forces her hands in-between their upper bodies to apply pressure to his chest, trying to push him off of her. "I really do need to get up."

"Oh, come on, love, don't look so heartbroken. I'll be back at five," she reaches out to caress his cheek before moving her legs from where they were tangled with his all throughout the night. "It's not the end of the world."

"Maybe to you, it isn't," he grumbles, knowing just how childish he sounds right now.

She shakes her head with another giggle, cute and angelic as always, making his heart skip a beat, and all of a sudden he can't help himself, just got to steal another kiss from her lips. He crashes into her with such force that this time it's her back that thuds against the mattress, and a surprised gasp of air leaves her lungs, right into his mouth. She kisses him back with just the same passion still, getting over her surprise in a short moment.

Another few minutes pass in relative silence – only the sounds of their lips moving along each other can be heard.

"Sebastian, you can't make me late," her weak attempt comes once more not to his surprise.

"Says who?" he mumbles back without a skip, not moving the tiniest bit further away from her, instead just pressing his knee right into the space between her legs, technically sticking her to the mattress. Only when he can feel their position being secure is when he lets their lips disconnect, just to be able to properly look into her eyes with a mischievous glint. "I bet I can make what you just said a lie."

"Do you?" she raises an eyebrow, knowing full well that it's enough for him to feel challenged. And when he smells challenge, there's nothing that can stop him or make him back down.

Sebastian nods, his nose brushing against hers in the process. "I'll give you a reason to stay."

And maybe now, just this once, she can call in sick to work.

.::the end::.

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*new* Intimate Conversations (finale)

Title: Intimate Conversations

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x female character x Jenson Button

Rating: +18

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings/notes: Established relationship. Threesome. M/F/M

Summary: Threesomes mess up your relationship, they said.

A/N: Last chapter posted. Took a bit but we got there.

Link to the full fic on AO3 here.

"Looks like you could use a hand to take care of that, Seb."

There was no way Stella had heard that.

It had to be the foggy lust haze blurring sounds in her ears. But Jenson was most certainly shifting closer to Sebastian and reaching out, slowly enough that they could tell exactly what he was about to do.

Sebastian had frozen on his tracks, half sitting with a leg tucked under him, fleshy inner thigh fully laid out.

He made no move to stop Jenson.

Hyperaware, Stella followed how lube slicked fingers wrapped around her boyfriend's cock and slid along the shaft. Sebastian, too, watched, eyes wide like saucers, as the head appeared and disappeared from the inside of his closed fist. Jenson's fingers brushed under his balls and Sebastian inhaled sharply. His body stirred, of course, reacting to the stimulus.

"Is it alright like this?" Jenson whispered.

Stella was holding her breath. Sebastian lifted his chin, blinking in that slow manner of his. "I-I don't know what to tell you, man."

"Do you want me to stop?" And he followed that by thumbing the slit with particular care.

Sebastian's mouth formed a perfect "o", filled with pleasure. "Yes," he swallowed. "No. I-I don't know." At his side, the sheet was bunched up in his fist and he squirmed a little on the spot, as if he didn't know what to do with his legs. Jenson was grinning. "Maybe keep going. Keep going... you're not so bad at it," he added.

"Naturally talented is what they call it, mate," he teased. His grip seemed firmer, as he flicked his wrist, and the skin on skin sounds hit louder than they perhaps normally would. It was deliciously tantalising and Stella didn't trust herself to even wonder where that might lead. "Tell me how you like it, c'mon."

"I didn't expect I'd be needing to explain that to you," he breathed. He was nibbling on his bottom lip now.

Jenson released him - Sebastian's brow furrowing with clear disappointment - and his seductive eyes darted meaningfully to his own lap. "What if I told you I'd love it if you showed me?"

The two men were close enough that Jenson was within reach from his right hand. It was a challenge.

One that Sebastian would not turn down.

Sure enough, a few expectant moments later the German slowly made a move. It was such a striking image, seeing him stroking another man's cock. His hand seemed smaller, there was a degree of uncertainty, it was all so very different compared to how it went when he touched himself.

Tip of his tongue sticking out, Sebastian tilted his head to the side as he got accustomed to the sensation of pleasuring someone else that way, gradually displaying more confidence.

Stretching out their legs to sit more comfortably, they applied some lube at Jenson's suggestion before carrying on in a mutual exchange. Stella was gifted with a front row view to it all.

"You're telling me you've never done this, Seb?" Jenson sounded slightly breathless.

The reply came as a simple shake of head, Sebastian mouthing "no".

"With none of your karting buddies in a locker room? When you were the last ones around?"

"I don't know what it was like for you," he scoffed, "but everyone was always bigger and older than me. The kids, the sponsors..."

"I suppose it's never too late, is it?"

Sebastian appeared fascinated, watching as they wanked each other, his right arm and Jenson's left crossed over each other's laps. They had fallen into an easy rhythm, pretty much mirroring each other.

Stella giggled. "I think I found the next OnlyFans stars."

A small smile pulled at the corner of Sebastian's mouth; Jenson winked at her. "Oh, yeah? Why don't you come over here so you can get your share?"

She had no interest in changing the dynamics yet.

Sebastian shot a loaded glance at his fellow driver and Stella sensed something changing.

"Jenson, is it okay if I give you a blowjob?"

The blond's head snapped up. Sebastian was staring at him in a disarmed manner as if he had just offered him a lift to the circuit.

"D-did I hear that right? You're offering to- you want to suck me off?"

Sebastian went redder, a mix of coyness and naughtiness on the lopsided grin that formed. "Why not?" He glanced at Stella, then shrugged and withdrew from Jenson's lap. "I never tried it. And I mean, since we're here now. Obviously, if you don't mind. But I don't think you do."

"Oh, wow." Jenson was floored but the dark pupils did not conceal his primal reaction. "As if I'd ever say no to that. I think you're trying to kill me."

"No, not really, I hope I'm not that bad!" He joked. "So how do you wanna do this, how should we...?" And he gesticulated to the general area of the bed.

Moving aside immediately, Stella made room for Jenson, the British driver preparing to recline against the headboard, fluffing a pillow to stuff behind his back. Sebastian searched for Stella's hand, giving it a squeeze, and placed a kiss on her lips. He seemed a little anxious all of a sudden.

"What if I like it?"

"You say that as if it's a bad thing."

She sat comfortably beside Jenson, the temperature in the room rising steeply at the mere sight of Sebastian crawling all the way up from the end of the bed and then above him. Sitting on his heels for a moment, their limbs entwined, he focused on the generous erection resting on Jenson's belly as if he was assessing the task.

Without any warning, he grabbed him at the base and experimentally licked him up like an ice cream. Jenson responded with a mighty shudder and Stella heard him curse under his breath.

Sitting back up, Sebastian winced and cleared his throat. Stella immediately pipped in, "You get used to the taste."

"Right." He tucked the unruly locks of wavy hair behind his ears and grinned. "Any tips?"

"You know the drill," Jenson folded his tattooed arm under his head and spread wider on the mattress, making himself more accessible. "It can't really go wrong. Just do what feels good when you're on the receiving end, let's put it like that."

"Really careful with your teeth," Stella added, caressing his arm encouragingly. "And don't get too excited, don't take more than you think you can."

"Small mistake, big consequences, I get it." The permanent blush that had set on his cheeks made him incredibly boyish; the combination with his bright eyes was irresistible. "Maybe I should practise first. You have a banana? No?" He shook his head, amusing himself.

"You can practise all you want on me, Seb, I promise."

"Okay, no fruit. Just fruity." Sebastian leaned forward again, this time bracing himself on one elbow. Jenson twitched when he rested a hand on his hipbone. "Where the hell did you pull this from? Fuck, it's so big."

His tongue darted out. Slowly, it flattened over the tip, licking once. He wetted his lips then swirled his tongue around the head; and then he moved down to take him in his mouth. Stella watched the way his cheeks hollowed when he sucked. Jenson hissed, closing his eyes.

"Alright?" She asked Sebastian.

He drew back. "Yeah. Bit weird but I'm still drunk enough," he chuckled.

"Don't worry, just keep going..." Jenson gasped when he resumed. "A four time Formula 1 champion sucking my dick. God, in my wildest dreams. In my wildest dreams..."

Sebastian was giving it his full, undivided attention, just as he did with everything else in his life. With his lips stretched around the full width of Jenson's cock, his mouth glided up and down over the wetness, hand rubbing what he couldn't reach, ridiculous eyelashes laid against his cheeks. He looked up at Jenson to check his responses, a wisp of curly hair fallen in front of his eyes.

Watching her boyfriend staring squarely at another man while sucking him diligently might rank as the hottest thing Stella had ever witnessed in her entire life.

"Enjoying myself loads, Seb." Jenson's voice had mellowed into a lazy, sultry drawl and he massaged his shoulder fondly. "You look incredible doing this. Do you mind if I-" And he placed a hand on top of his head. There was no protest. "I refuse to believe this is your first time. I absolutely refuse to believe it. Stella, your boyfriend is a natural at giving head. You must know this." Sebastian averted his gaze and his ears were turning crimson.

"Of course he is, he's amazing in bed." Filled with silly pride, she snuggled to him and rubbed his back in appreciation. "He's good at everything."

She saw him swallowing and Jenson released a louder groan. "Oh, fuck, yes...oh, fuck, I'm gonna come so quick."

Jenson cupped the back of Sebastian's head and, together with Stella, stroked his shoulders, down his backside and thighs, everywhere they could reach. Stella pressed her thumbs to the dimples on the small of his back and proceeded to run her tongue up the deep ridge of his spine.

There was no denying it, he was definitely aroused.

"Don't worry, I'll help you feel good, love."

She grabbed him between his legs and he immediately moaned around Jenson. He was hard as a rock.

"Tell me what he's like, Stella." And she could hear Sebastian breathing harder. "How much have you really done?"

Pulling out and wiping at his mouth, Sebastian braced himself on both arms. "Just because I'm blowing you it doesn't mean you get to know everything."

"Oh, lord..." Jenson jerked, his nails digging on Sebastian's shoulder blade when he lowered his head and continued sucking him. "You love this, don't you? C'mon, don't think I can't tell. Don't think I didn't notice how much you liked what she did to you either. Before, when we were on the couch." There was a gagging noise from Sebastian and Jenson's muscles tightened up, his face contorting sharply. He was quickly pushing at the German's shoulder now. "Wait, wait. Stop for a moment. Please. Seb, you have to stop now."

A little dazed, Sebastian sat back up while Jenson removed himself from under him. He was all puffy and glossy pink lips and seemed confused at whether he'd done something very good or very bad. Stella decided clarifications were a waste of time and simply swerved his face towards hers. He returned the kiss with hunger and they were cupping each other's faces in an instant, his fingers knotting in her hair tightly.

She dipped her face to his collarbone to cover him in kisses, running her tongue along the dips and hollows and shapes of his upper body, sucking and nipping as she went along, aching for the taste of the sweat on his skin and the coarse texture of his chest hair on her face. Her hands ran up and down his torso and cupped his toned pectoral muscles. He always felt incredible under her touch, so strong yet vulnerable. He gasped against the side of her head when she tweaked his nipples.

The snap of a condom was followed by Jenson moving around on the mattress. He settled behind Sebastian, who quickly glanced one side to another before relaxing at his proximity. Nuzzling the side of his neck, he slid a hand around the German's waist to his front. Stella caught on to it and guided him down.

Sebastian surfaced from her kiss and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Fuck..." His voice sounded thicker, swamped in arousal. The moonlight coming in through the window pane fell on his eyes and eyelashes from the side in a flattering angle and the golden hairs on his stubble shone bright.

They wanked him together. Facing up, chest heaving with shallow pants, Sebastian seemed completely undone and she stroked his damp hair back, away from his forehead.

"Jenson," he called out.

"I'm here, tell me... tell me what you need."

Stella saw Jenson's buttocks contracting when he tilted forward in a fluid hip swivel. Sebastian's head lolled back to land on Jenson's shoulder, their host wrapping his free arm around his slim waist.

"Jenson... I need to think about that first, I'm sorry."

"I wasn't going to, I swear," he chuckled. "Certainly never without asking!"

"I know you weren't. I'm just saying in advance, I don't think I'm ready for more." Sebastian gazed up at Jenson. "But you can go back to what you were doing. It felt good."

Jenson's grin was feral and there was another roll of hips. "Is that so?"

"Oh..."

It was a mix of a chuckle and a breathy moan and his arm shot around Jenson's neck. Upright on his knees, back bowed in a perfect curve, thighs flexed and his cock proud and erect in Jenson's hand, he pushed back into the other man's crotch.

The bed was dipping where their knees were set wide apart for balance, the two nestled tightly and grinding together. That was when Stella had a glimpse of it - the tip of Jenson's cock peeking, snug in the middle of her boyfriend's pert buttocks.

She completely missed entirely what Jenson was whispering but Sebastian's fingers at the back of his head were desperate to grasp at something. Cupping the side of his face, Jenson pressed his lips on the corner of his mouth. Heads tilted, they drew closer.

It was clumsy. All tongue and teeth between harsh breaths and noses bumping, Jenson's palms splayed open over Sebastian's thighs, stroking him languorously as they kissed.

The air was saturated with sweat and humidity, the smell of torrid heat and sex everywhere. It dawned on Stella that she had retreated from the action entirely and she didn't care. She was mesmerised, committed to etch every second into her brain.

"Suck", Jenson instructed.

He had cupped Sebastian's jaw and his thumb had slipped in by the corner of his mouth. Blindly, Sebastian only closed his lips around his finger under the scorching gaze from Jenson. A drop of sweat ran down the Brit's sideburn.

"You make me wanna come all over you." Jenson growled, returning to his groin and teasing him with his fingertips. "Do you know... everytime we sprayed champagne on each other on the fucking podium, right there in front of everyone... I had this insane fantasy of locking you somewhere with me?"

Sebastian's eyes squeezed shut. "It's just... adrenaline."

"That's what you tell yourself?"

Sebastian grunted and Jenson shifted, as if looking for a different angle. They dropped forward on all fours on the bed.

"Like this?"

"Yeah...yeah..." Head bowed as Jenson humped him and wanked him with fast strokes at the same time, his body was taut as a wire.

"I'd be on my knees for you, Seb, anytime you wanted. Anywhere. You just had to ask."

His eyes were crinkled, his mouth wide open and gasping. His hand covered Jenson's.

"Why didn't you?"

His face scrunched up; Jenson growled into the juncture between his shoulder and neck.

One after the other they came, their joined hands dirty with pearly white fluid.

They collapsed on the bed next to each other.

***

Monte Carlo's old school glamour was special, Stella contemplated as she took another drag of her cigarette. There was some traffic noise in the distance, scattered voices, music travelling swiftly over the water and floating from various directions. Still riding the heatwave from their evening, she noted how the night too was warmer than usual for the season.

She heard the boys' voices at low volume when she left the bathroom earlier; they had a bottle of Johny Walker with them. She forced herself to leave the pair on their own and returned to the living room to pluck a much needed cigarette from her bag. She had an inkling they had some catching up to do.

Everything felt out of kilter, somehow.

It would happen sometimes, after such nights. And the previous couple of hours did feel as if she'd been high, chemicals pumping through her veins. The crash wasn't so bad as others she'd experienced in the past but this particular aftertaste represented a strange twist.

"Hey."

Equally stark naked, Sebastian rested his elbows on the balcony's balustrade by her side. She stubbed her cigarette in the ashtray she'd stolen from the table.

A finger poked her in the ribs and she bowed her head with a smile, pulling her long hair over one shoulder, before eyeing him from the side. He was already awaiting her gaze, with a smile of his own. They chuckled at the same time.

"You okay?" She cosied up to him and his arm wrapped around her. A kiss on the top of her head brought a contented sigh.

"That was wild."

"You didn't actually believe you'd be watching from the sidelines all night, alone?" She snorted. "I know you better than that, love."

"No, but I-I didn't think it would get... that far. You get carried away."

She muffled another giggle against his collarbone. "Nothing wrong with that."

"Hmm."

"Oh. You're full of regrets already."

"No. Did you have fun?" He asked and she nodded emphatically, grinning at him. "Got what you wanted?"

"Way more than I expected." She dropped a butterfly kiss on his shoulder and he rubbed her arm. She sighed, playing with her fingernails. "I think- remember what you said about keeping some things to us?" She felt him nodding. "I think that... I mean, this is great. Doing all this. It's insane, it's so fucking good. And then there's that insane afterglow and it hits you strong. Yeah. And I... it's odd but, now it also feels-"

Stella didn't know how to explain this foreign emotion. It didn't make a whole lot of sense. She was full and empty; satisfied yet wanting more; feeling luckier than ever and deeply relieved Jenson was happily married.

"Yeah. A bit weird, no?" He supplied, softly.

"Yeah."

The lights at the port flickered. Parties hosted at yachts would be in full swing, clubs were packed. All because of the famous race that took over the principality every year without fail.

"I don't regret this at all," Sebastian stated. "I tried something new, I'm happy that I did it and I wanna do more of that. Not necessarily this, you know," he chuckled, gesturing in a circle as if to encompass them and the house. "I'm not so sure this is something I wanna repeat in the future. But there are many, many other things in life I want to try and find out. Stella, I-" he sighed. "I haven't decided about next season. There's so much I want to do. I want to be there for my kids. I want to be there for you. I don't want you to be the one flying across the world all the time to be with us and I don't want you to sacrifice your career and your dreams so that we can be together. You deserve to have your life too."

She took a deep breath. "No. Sebastian. No. I stand by what I said before. And the time before that. Your choice cannot be based on what you think I need."

"It doesn't work like that. You deserve someone who gives you their time and attention."

"You already do that," she turned in his arms to face him. "I'm with you because I love you, just the way you are. No one else in this world could possibly give me more so stop creating other narratives. Do what makes you happier. You only get one life and racing is something you can only do now. What makes you happy, makes me happy."

"Aww." There was a tender smile playing on his lips and he ran a finger down her nose. "I know. And I love you for that. Which is why I don't want to make the same mistakes."

Her throat turned very dry and she couldn't find fitting words to reply to that.

"Now I'm all sad again that I won't see you for a month," he added, before pulling her in a hug.

To that she could relate. They believed at some point that saying goodbye would become easier, simply because it would be routine and they would get used to it; on the contrary, it seemed to become harder every time.

"Jenson said we're welcome to stay, we can take one of the guest rooms," he said in her ear.

"You wanna stay?"

"As you prefer." A pause. "How awkward would it be tomorrow?"

"For me? Not much." She let out a laugh and he retaliated with a pinch on her side, making her yelp. "He was so nice. A lot of blokes like him are absolute arseholes in bed, but he was not." Sebastian replied with a non-committal hum. "Did you have a nice chat?" She scratched at the centre of his chest with a fingernail and he turned bright red. "Okay, I swear I'll stop teasing. At some point. And, for the record, you don't have to tell me anything you're not comfortable with."

"Ah but that's silly, how can I not be comfortable with you?"

"Maybe you need to work it out in your head first."

He blinked, as if the idea hadn't occurred to him.

"Let's go back in," she grabbed the ashtray. "Fuck this, I need to stop smoking." She was walking away from the balustrade but Sebastian held her back by her hand.

"Was he better?"

It caught her off guard. Could be a joke but she wasn't sure. She replied with an eyeroll. "Please, as if you don't know the answer to that."

A big grin and he pushed himself from the wall. He spooned her and whispered in her ear, "I agree."

He kissed her cheek and they went back in, sliding the balcony door closed behind them.

The End

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- cancer rising conjuncting his cancer mars + lilith. he will find you physically attractive. oh god, it's going to give push and pull booktok trope 👀 this plot is thick goddamn! "run and i'll chase you till i have you" vibes. there's so much aspecting the planets between you and seb i do not know where to start! he is friends with yours and that's how you meet, seb appeals to be a playboy but you're the type not to waste time and prefer to be more stable in relationships so he sees you as a challenge to attain. he thinks having you to himself would emotionally fulfill him so you make him chase. honestly, walk him like a dog 🫦 WE LOVE GIRLBOSSES HERE - your leo sun is alone as seb does not have leo placements. regardless, your leo sun trines with his jupiter in which is a very lucky placement when it comes to money. so you might have ways to help him expound his wealth and honestly, that's a slay. GET THE BAG FR no fumbling! there's also a lot of aspects that says that you both are going to be good business partners as well! also your sun trines with his ceres which is in his 4th house, it's giving feel at home and harmonious aspect. healthy one i believe but with your pluto sitting on his 4th house, this brings so much into the table. pluto talks about death, rebirth, transformation. just like i said before and i will say again, this is a make or break aspect. it depends on the couple's maturity to work on this. if they managed to plough through, then it will be worthwhile. - your sagittarius moon is aspecting his saturn. very much marriage indicator and the fact that this is conjuncting his inum coeli which makes this even more stronger. you guys will built a house on stone and strong foundation that will last for years. seb will be very mature to you with regards to family life and will take his role as a father and husband very seriously. this man is committed and just as we witnessed, we literally see him retire because of his family. that is so manly of him and you just deserve this just like any other woman should! - i love how your virgo venus is aspecting his ascendant and his moon sitting on your 4th house. 🥹 this is so domestic because you both will be investing in the comfort of your house to the point you guys do not even have to go out if not needed or wanted. i am starting to cry! but please, do family planning! because you and his jupiter is aspecting so much fertility in this synastry chart. if you're not too fond of so much babies like five children at least, family planning helps. SO MUCH. - also, he might visit your dreams (THIS SOUNDS WEIRD I KNOW) but it's a soul bond you know? you both are going to be in the same dream even if you're sleeping next to each other. you guys are going to laugh your assess off in the morning because it's weird 😭😭 he will be most likely to ask if you saw him in your dream and he's going to be teasing you about it. - conclusion: it's giving husband and wife, marriage material and i am absolutely floored. i love domesticated relationships and laid back couples because who doesn't?

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moonchild-cupcake · 1 year

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The sebastian fics better not stop after today or else........

Also we did it

He got DRIVER OF THE DAY🎊🎊🎊🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

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lxndonorris · 2 years

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warmth - Sebastian Vettel

Y/N x Sebastian Vettel Theme: angsty fluff Seb comforting you x requested by: @wolfsbanesbite word count: 890+

Note: writing this on my phone so please bear with me.

The sun is setting slowly, painting the cloudless sky in a swirl of yellow, orange and red. You're sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking outside the window, completely lost in your thoughts. Life has been good to you lately. Work is going smoothly, your relationship with Sebastian couldn't be better and nothing is really bothering you. But, something deep inside you is still worrying. Something must be fake, wrong and simply a lie, or not? Sighing, you close your eyes for a while, taking a couple of deep breaths.

You are thinking deeply, so you don't even notice Sebastian entering the living room through the hallway. To be fair, he can be really sneaky, when he wants to be. Just when he sits down, and your weight shifts on the sofa, you open your eyes, turning your head to instantly meet his gaze.

"Hi." He says shyly, his beautiful eyes shining even brighter than usual. "Hey." You mouth, but even now, your voice breaks slightly, causing you to giggle. Sebastian reaches for your face while you try to hide your insecurity. You know that he can simply read you like an open book, but it's worth a shot. He's so busy with his job, that you don't want to put your weight on him as well.

His fingers brush over your cheek, and you feel blood running through your face, causing you to blush instantly. A little startled, you lift your head just enough to meet his eyes once again. This time, however, he looks at you, worryingly. Sebastian lets his thumb run across your cheek gently, before he tucks your hair behind your ear, exposing your red face even more.

You can yourself getting lost in his eyes, even though they wander all over your face, until they meet yours once more. "Seb...I". You open your eyes to say something, but he slowly shakes his head. With his eyes closed for a second, a coy smile forms in the corner of his mouth. "It's okay." He says, with his voice rougher than usual. "I know." You mirror him intuitively, a quick smile flashing on your lips. Placing a hand on his, you cannot help yourself, but let one single tear run down your face, your nose and before it reaches your chin, Sebastian wipes it away lovingly with his other hand.

Slowly, he leans into you, placing a single, loving kiss right on your lips. You can feel his mouth on yours, his breath against your lips, his warm skin just inches away from yours. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, again taking him in. Then, he separates from you, just enough that you can still feel his presence, before he places a few more gentle kisses on your nose, your cheek and to your forehead. They feel like little fluffy band aids, making you feel calmer right away.

Carefully, you give in to him, resting your head against his firm but comfortable chest. Instantly, he wraps you in a warm hug, rubbing your back tenderly. Taking even more breaths, you notice the faint scent of his cologne tingling in your nose. A sweet, tender smell, his familiar scent. You steady yourself against his chest firmly, and he reacts promptly. Guiding you even closer, inviting your body to meet his with open arms. Following his lead, the two of you lean back against the huge pillows behind you.

Sebastian keeps on stroking your back, running his fingers along your arm, his fingertips barely touching your skin. You can feel your whole body aching from exhaustion, and let out another, long sigh. Sebastian breathes deeply, your body moving rhythmically with his heaving chest. It' so easy, isn't it? All of those thoughts are gone, all that remains is this moment with your boyfriend. Tired, you sink down to his lap. Slowly, you turn around, catching him watching you closely.

Smoothly, you let one of your hands slip underneath his tight shirt, feeling the heat of his body againsg the palm of your hand. Lovingly, you start stroking his tummy, running yoir fingers across his skin, making him smile. He returns the favor, but Sebastian runs his fingers along the bridge of your nose, softly. It gets harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

Of course, he notices it, and smiles warmly. "Shall I get you to bed?" He says comfortingly, but you shake your head. "This is way better." You grin, and you stare into each other's eyes. "Okay." He says, breathlessy, but pulls his hand away. Now, he takes your empty hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

Carefully, he bends down, kissing you again, and again, multiple times. One kiss softer than the other. "Just know that I'm always here for you." Sebastian growls deeply, his face just inches away from yours. "Thank you." You say, and touch his face. You let your fingers wander across his cheek, along his jawline through his scruffy beard and messy hair, before you gently grab his neck and pull him into another, this time, more passionate kiss.

"Y/N", He purrs, before he pulls away shortly. Blinking a few times, you watch his soft lips open again. "I.. I love you." Sebastian says, his voice huskier and rougher than before. "I love you too." You smile, kissing him again.

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slvrarrwswrites · 2 years

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Learning to Lose is Different Than Learning to Let Go

Rating: Everyone Fandom: Formula 1 Individuals: Sebastian Vettel, Daniel Ricciardo Tags: 2022 season, hurt/comfort, fluff, retirement talks, my way of coping with silly season this year, fuck McLaren for the Daniel situation Word Count: 4.3k Playlist: it’s time to go by Taylor Swift Summary: The call came in just before midnight when Sebastian should have been asleep, but was lying awake in bed, body too exhausted from the weekend to be productive, but mind racing so fast it made him restless, the mess of sheets tangled around his legs due to the many times he’d rolled over, trying to find a spot comfortable enough that sleep might find him. The number was one that he’d had saved into his phone years ago, but not one that he used often, the name usually only coming up in the one group chat they shared, used only for GPDA business. He wouldn't consider the two of them particularly close despite the one season they'd shared as teammates, but they'd always gotten along and Sebastian appreciated what he brought to the sport both on and off track. Notes: This was only supposed to be like 1.2k words, what happened? A brief little fic that I started to help cope with all of the McLaren drama that went down over summer break. Started after the Alonso to Aston news, but before Daniel announced he was leaving McLaren.

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The call came in just before midnight when Sebastian should have been asleep, but was lying awake in bed, body too exhausted from the weekend to be productive, but mind racing so fast it made him restless, the mess of sheets tangled around his legs due to the many times he’d rolled over, trying to find a spot comfortable enough that sleep might find him. The number was one that he’d had saved into his phone years ago, but not one that he used often, the name usually only coming up in the one group chat they shared, used only for GPDA business. He wouldn't consider the two of them particularly close despite the one season they'd shared as teammates, but they'd always gotten along and Sebastian appreciated what he brought to the sport both on and off track.

He almost didn’t answer, having convinced himself that it was a misdial, a drunken accident while the caller was out partying, maybe out with members of the team they’d once shared, the aftermath of Red Bull’s home race was always a rowdy affair. But, at the last moment he remembered that he wasn’t the only one who had had a shit weekend. The Red Bull Ring had usually been kind to both of them in the past despite neither of them ever winning there, but the last two years had been rough, neither of them satisfied with how things had gone with their new teams, their struggles mirroring each other more than people realized.

“Daniel?”

The man on the other end was silent, no drunken mechanics or pounding bass audible in the background, in fact, there was no noise at all and the silence made Sebastian think that perhaps it really was a misdial.

“Daniel, are you there?”

But there was something about the silence that persisted that made Sebastian wait despite the lack of an answer, his ears strained to hear anything before deciding to hang up. There was no rustling that blew out the speaker on Sebastian’s phone, indicating that Daniel’s phone was rustling around in his pocket— the call a product of a butt dial, nor was there any muffled fumbling accompanied by some choice swear words the other man fumbled to end the call. There was nothing, so Sebastian waited.

“Hey, Seb.”

Daniel sounded off, not at all like his usual cheery self, he sounded as exhausted as Sebastian felt, the kind of exhaustion that went beyond the kind of tiredness that came after a long weekend on track. No, it was more than that, it was the kind of exhaustion that settled deep in your bones, the kind that weighed you down emotionally, the kind that couldn’t be remedied with a good night’s rest or a relaxing vacation. It was a feeling that Sebastian knew all too well.

The feeling of defeat.

“Is everything alright?” The question held more weight than it would normally, but why else would Daniel be calling now, this late, if something weren’t bothering him? And even if something were wrong, why Sebastian? He would consider them friends and not just mere co-workers who were friendly with each other, but not the kind of friends who talk to each other much outside of work; it was the kind of relationship that was closer than what the job required of them, but only existed because they worked together. Once everything was said and done and their time in the sport was over, Sebastian didn’t think they’d be seeing much of each other. A sad thought because he liked Daniel, but realistic all the same.

There was silence again on the other side of the call, then finally, “What was it like, realizing that Ferrari didn’t have your back?”

It was Sebastian’s turn to be silent, the unexpected question catching him off guard and bringing back memories that he hadn’t thought about since 2018 when he’d realized that the team had been icing him out, ever since he’d come to terms with the fact that he’d been hung out to dry, the old dog— still useful, but nothing in comparison to Charles’ fresh face and Disney Prince like appearance, the future of Ferrari, il predestinato.

But despite the fact he hadn’t expected that question, he understood, he knew immediately where Daniel was coming from. He’d seen it, they all had even if most chose not to acknowledge it. It happened more often than people thought and all you could do was feel sorry for the driver and hope that it didn’t happen to you. It was F1 after all, and even if four world titles and all his other accolades gave Sebastian some leeway, at Ferrari, it wasn't enough to save him from being tossed aside when his performance wasn't what the team wanted. The sport was cutthroat and despite the success of his career, there were times he felt like the sport had already chewed him up and spit him back out.

“It was devastating,” he said slowly, still trying to figure out how to articulate his thoughts into words. Sebastian hadn’t talked much about his time with Ferrari, not with family or friends and certainly not with the media. He’d reflected on his time there of course, running through each season in his head, trying to pinpoint where it all went wrong, trying to eke out every last lesson as he could, savoring the successes but using the failures as a chance to learn, and there were a number of failures to pick through, both his own and that of the team. But once that well had run dry, those memories were left alone, mostly untouched. He didn’t refuse to relive them, but it wasn’t a time in his life he liked to remember often.

“I had always wanted to drive for Ferrari, everyone knows who they are, even if they know nothing else about racing,” he started slowly, not sure where he was going with this, but pressing on all the same. “Ferrari is the team, it was Michael’s team and I wanted to win there, I wanted to win more than anything, to bring glory once again to Maranello.” He trailed off, thinking about how that hadn't happened, how season after season he'd felt like he failed the team and how, at the end, the team had failed him. He wondered once again, the same way Daniel probably had too, whether or not it was a good to have left Red Bull when he did; it was rare, the instances where he'd let himself reminisce like this, those time when he'd live— even just momentarily— in the past, relishing in the success of his youth. Sebastian was one who always preferred to look forward, not back, but more and more often as of late, he'd find himself looking back at his career and thinking about the what ifs.

“And later?” Daniel prompted, interrupting Sebastian’s thoughts. “When it all went to shit?”

“I kept pushing hard, kept trying to make it work. What is it that they say? Kept trying to fit a square peg in a round hole? That was me, but I kept trying to fit myself into Ferrari, but I wasn't what they wanted, not anymore and whatever I did didn’t make a difference.”

“How did you know?”

He could have asked what Daniel meant, but it wasn’t necessary.

How did you know it wasn’t you?

Sebastian knew what Daniel was going through, knew the feeling of questioning that came in situations like these. Were you imagining things? Were you paranoid? Was the team out to get you? It was hard to be a professional athlete, to have experienced the success they both had achieved and to think that you still had it, but the team that was supposed to be behind you wasn’t convinced. F1 was very much a sport of “what have you done for me lately?” but in Daniel’s case, he’d won McLaren’s first race since Jenson nearly ten years prior, the first under the team's current management, it shouldn’t have been seen as a last hurrah but a promise of what was to come; not the high point, but the start of something new.

By winning in Monza, he’d proven why McLaren had hired him, proved that his experience and level headedness inside the car was valuable, even if his performance had been lacking.

While a good driver could find success through his own skill and talent, a great driver knew that sometimes you needed to set your ego aside and trust the team behind you; there were times to question strategy, to ignore team orders and do what he thought was best— and god knows that Sebastian had been guilty of that on more than one occasion— but lessons like that were only learned with experience. It was that experience which Daniel’s teammate didn’t have, exemplified by the fact that he’d thrown away his chances at his first win and McLaren’s second for the season a mere weeks after their double podium in Monza, but it wasn’t the kind of experience that you could learn by watching your teammate or studying races. Those kinds of lessons were learnt by making mistakes, by honing your instincts and knowing when to not trust your gut, and Daniel had already paid his dues and the world had watched as Lando learned the hard way.

“It’s a bit like grief,” he started, uncertain how to articulate his thoughts, his lived experiences, but still trying his best. He hadn’t been Daniel’s mentor for a long time and wasn’t even sure he’d earned the right to call himself that, or if Daniel had ever considered him as such. Sebastian has been a little too selfish, too preoccupied with his own success back then to have properly taught Daniel anything, but Dan has been successful in his own right and a bit of the selfishness and pride that still lingered in Sebastian hoped that his former teammate had been able to pick something up in their brief time together.

“There are stages, and progress isn’t exactly linear. Some days you’re convinced that the team is actively sabotaging your success, and I don’t mean just favoring your teammate instead of you, but trying to make you look bad; then there are the good days where everything is all smiles and you feel like you’re crazy for every thinking the team isn’t supporting you.” Sebastian has never talked this much about his time with Ferrari, not even like this, in the abstract, but he knew that Daniel knew what and who he was talking about. It was why he called after all and Sebastian trusted Daniel, trusted that this conversation wouldn’t somehow end up as some scandalous headline or else getting back to Ferrari in the form of paddock gossip.

“Then there’s acceptance, but how acceptance goes depends on the person, I suppose. I went scorched earth, let the bitterness get the best of me when I shouldn't have.” He thought back to those last few months at Ferrari, when he’d purposefully made life difficult for certain members of the team. Had it been childish? Certainly, but even now Sebastian would insist that his behavior was justified. “Although,” he conceded after a brief pause, “maybe acceptance came after, for me.”

Daniel sighed, causing the sound coming through the call to be sharp and muffled at the same time. “I think McLaren is doing the same thing to me. I see it, in the media, online. They’re saying that Ferrari is doing the same thing to Charles that they did to you, you know, sabotaging your success, but I think the same thing is happening to me, but everyone just thinks I’m washed.”

As a rule, Sebastian tried to spend as little time as possible online, especially when it came to the so called journalism that reported on F1, but even within the paddock it was hard to ignore the shit show Ferrari was this season and as a result, he too had heard the whispers Daniel was talking about. He didn’t know how widespread this conspiracy went nor had he discussed the issues Charles was experiencing with the man himself, but he knew the signs.

He could see them with Daniel.

“You go back and forth, doing everything you can to prove your worth, to prove to the team that you’re indispensable,” he said, but no one was truly indispensable in Formula 1— drivers like Michael and Lewis maybe being the sole exceptions— but there was always another driver, younger, cheaper, more marketable, less combative, something— anything— that you weren’t. “And when you do that for a while and it doesn’t seem to be working, you spiral and wonder why you’re doing this at all?”

“I think that’s where I am now,” Daniel interrupted breathlessly, as if he were trying to get the words out before he lost his nerve. “I have another year, if I want it,” he continued, but I don’t know if I want it left unsaid. “I want to keep racing, but I don’t know if I can do it here, and if I’m not at McLaren, where else can I go?”

Seats in F1 were a precious commodity and with the younger drivers signing long term contracts, with their teams desperate to keep their homegrown talent locked up for as long as possible, available seats were even rarer now. Fresh drivers with a lot of talent were having to sit out a year until their teams were able to find a place for them to race, and veteran drivers were ending up at teams who couldn’t make the most of their ability in the car, their skill and knowledge used for development, so the team could hopefully have a competitive machine that the driver would never get the chance to see.

It was a dilemma that Sebastian had gone through with Ferrari and Carlos two seasons prior when the desire for success, the passion for winning still burned within, but even with his accolades, a good seat wasn’t a guarantee. He had gotten offers from multiple teams, but as the deadline where he had to make a decision had approached, Sebastian had to have a sit down with himself and really figure out if he wanted to spend what could have been the twilight years of his career with a mid-tier or lower team. Would fighting for points be enough for him? Sure, he had wanted to get the bitter taste Ferrari had left in his mouth, but how far down the grid would he have been willing to go?

As it turned out, Sebastian had decided that he wasn’t done yet and signed with Aston Martin. Things with his new team had been fine for the most part, he’d gotten a hard fought for podium in Baku the previous season, and had earned a second in Hungary that had only been taken away because of an error by the team, but fine wasn’t satisfying and he could feel himself getting more and more listless as time wore on. He knew that Daniel was just like him, knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied with fighting for the last couple of points finishing positions, but on the other hand, wasn’t that what he was doing now?

“If you don’t mind me asking, what are your options?”

Sebastian laid there in the darkness, listening to Daniel talk candidly about the teams who had reached out and the discussions that had taken place, not bothering to turn on the lamp on his nightstand, the darkness a comforting blanket over him. In the darkness, the thoughts swirling around his head could remain mere fleeting ideas, nothing yet fully formed, he could pretend that everything was fine. In the light he'd have to face reality, face the fact that his time in the sport was more limited than he'd hoped, counting down faster than he would like.

“I’m thinking about retiring,” Sebastian confessed as Daniel trailed off, the first time he’d voiced that thought to someone else on the grid. He’d spoken to his dad, his manager, discussed what the future held for him with his brother, but it hadn’t seemed real then; his family knew how much racing meant to him, they’d been there since the beginning, but they also knew how passionate Sebastian had become about other things, how those passions had begun to fill the void that struggling at the back of the pack had left behind. Saying it aloud, to another driver, to Daniel who in many ways had had it harder than he had in the last year and a half made his upcoming decision finally seem to have weight, like it meant something. If he left, he wouldn’t be able to take it back. Realistically he knew he could, Fernando had returned after all, but once he left, Sebastian knew that he would want to be done, it was just a matter of whether or not he’d reached that point yet. Was he ready to make the jump, or did he want to keep pressing on? “So that’s one seat that would be open. I can let the team know you might be available, if you’d like.”

“Wow, Seb that’s… wow.”

He knew that Daniel had called to talk about his problems, to get the advice of someone who had been in his position before; he hadn’t called to hear about Sebastian’s own issues and maybe it was selfish to make such a confession right now, to burden Daniel with his own issues unprompted, but somehow it felt relevant, like saying the thing he’d been avoiding out loud would let Daniel know that he wasn’t alone in all of this, that Sebastian was struggling just like he was.

“You had to have known it was coming, if not this year, then soon.”

The sad truth was that drivers from their generation were retiring, soon to be replaced by shiny new drivers who had the kind of hunger that could only be fed by youth and inexperience. Kimi had retired at the end of the previous season, people thought Lewis would follow suit in the next few years if he could capture his eighth title— the assumption being that he would want to cement his place in the history books before retiring before pursuing new ambitions, but with the way things were going, it seemed that Sebastian would be the next to leave.

Then there was Daniel, one of the drivers Sebastian rated highest on the current grid, both in terms of skill and what he brought to the sport off track. He had been unlucky, Sebastian thought, a talented driver who had been in his prime at the wrong time. A proven race winner who had not only dealt with an unreliable car and done wonders with it, but with the misfortune of having driven alongside one of the greatest ever, constantly on the sidelines as Lewis won time and time again. He knew that Daniel had what it took to beat Lewis, he’d beaten Sebastian in his first year at Red Bull after all, but a combination of the rocket ship that Mercedes had seemed to produce year after year coupled with a less reliable Red Bull and some bad luck meant that Daniel had never been able to truly challenge Lewis the way that Nico and Sebastian had, the same way Max had last year.

“I guess, but I don’t want to think about you retiring because it means that I could be next.”

It was true, all the drivers who Sebastian had spent the majority of his career racing against were gone, or else considering what would come after racing. Jenson and Nico had retired more than five years ago at this point, and while others like Sergio and Valtteri had been around for a long time too, most of the drivers from Sebastian’s early days had moved on to other championships or become one of the talking heads running around the paddock on race days, not good or young enough to stick around, but not ready to give it all up just yet.

“I dunno, Fernando is older than all of us. He’s probably going to be the next to go.”

“Alonso? Nah man, he’s going to out race us all. He’ll be eighty and still trying to race something. Lawnmowers maybe.”

Sebastian snorted, a genuine reaction, surprised at Daniel’s quick wit even though he should really be used to it by now. It was one of the things he’d always liked about Daniel; in a sport where everyone took themselves too seriously too often— Sebastian included early on in his career— Daniel was always there with a joke or a laugh, constant reminder that while racing deserved respect, it was still a dream job and the drivers deserved to have fun while doing it.

“I mean, it!” Daniel protested, interpreting Sebastian’s reaction as disbelief with his assessment.

“You’re probably right,” he conceded, all the tension from the past hour melting away. “And when he’s eighty, he’ll still be beating some of the youngsters on the grid.”

“Do my ears deceive me?” Daniel gasped dramatically, also seemingly relieved of the angst that had dominated most of their conversation. “You’re so much different than the cocky asshole who was my teammate all those years ago. You never would have admitted that Alonso was better than you.”

Sebastian might not be as funny as Daniel, but he could be just as quick witted when it suited him. "Yeah, well, you're still the same insufferable kid who was mine,” he hummed, with no heat behind his words. “I just said that Fernando could still outrace children, I never said he could beat me."

“Nah, nah, nah, I can read between the lines, you might not have said it, but that was clearly you admitting that Alonso was better than you,” Daniel was laughing now, clearly not believing a word that he was saying, but having too much fun with the bit to let it go too easily.

Sebastian started laughing too, his head thrown back into his pillow; he’d always found Daniel’s laughter, his loud honking laugh, to be infectious and now was no different. “Is that what you think? With a point of view like that, when you finally decide to retire, don’t become a talking head like Jenson or the others, you should go into journalism. Someone will take you on if you can come up with headlines like that.”

“Fuck off, mate. I’d rather go drown myself than get anywhere near journalism.”

Chucking, Sebastian agreed. “Fair enough.”

They sat in silence for a long moment, but a different kind of silence than the awkward one that had preceded this lengthy conversation. Sebastian didn’t know if he had been any help at all to Daniel, he knew that Dan had a tough decision ahead of him and hoped that Sebastian’s experience, although different, would be able to help him in some way. He didn’t want to see Daniel leave the grid, not yet, not when there was still unfinished business, but he wasn’t sure what else he could do or say to help.

“What is that thing you say? Fuck them all?” he asked, breaking the silence.

There was a brief pause, then a delighted laugh came from the other end, the giggle sounding like it was pulled out of Daniel unexpectedly, like he hadn’t expected something so crass out of Sebastian’s mouth, but honestly he should know better by now. "Yeah, that's right. Fuck 'em all Seb."

"You should bring that energy for the rest of the season,” he advised, bringing the conversation back to where they had started. “If they want to get rid of you, then show them what they're gonna be missing with you gone. You’re the last McLaren race winner in almost a decade; don’t let them disrespect you like this."

Daniel's elation was palpable even through the phone, his mood a complete 180 from the man who'd called less than an hour earlier and it was this more than anything that made Sebastian feel like he’d done everything he could. Daniel would still need to come to terms with his future, to figure out what he was going to do and where he was going to go, but, if even for just a few moments, he could say that he helped Daniel feel less alone in what Sebastian knew to be a very isolating experience.

"And what about you? You're retiring, but you still have something to prove too. You can't let Fernando, the old bastard out drive you at this stage in your careers. You gotta put your money where your mouth is and prove you're still better than him."

"And Lewis," Sebastian hummed as his body relaxed deeper into the mattress, the stillness of his thoughts combined with the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to him. "People always forget I'm younger than him."

“Sebastian, I’m gonna be honest with you, I think it’s the hair and the beard. They age you like fifteen years, mate. They gotta go.”

“You don’t like my hair?”

“I never said that—”

“But you implied it!”

“Who’s the one reading into things now? Maybe you should be the one to go into journalism.”

Sebastian laughed again, imagining himself on the other side of the fence in the media pen or in the press conference, asking questions of his friends or former rivals that he knew they’d hate, just to rile them up. Some he knew that he’d be able to have fun with, while others would hate him even more if he tried to mess with them. “What kind of headline would you be willing to give me if I interviewed you, hm? What news would you let me be the first to reveal to the world?”

“If you become a reporter, when the time comes, I’ll let you break the news that I’m retiring. That sound good?”

“But that’s not going to be for a long time, right?”

Sebastian could feel Daniel’s grin, even though the phone. “Yeah nah, I still got some fight left in me. I’m gonna be around for a while.”

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MEETING | Sebastian Vettel

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summary: diana, after being accepted as a candidate for the toro rosso internship program, begins her not-so-wonderful journey in the world of formula 1 and meets her future husband, sebastian vettel, as well as her biggest nightmare, nico rosberg

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warnings: mentions of suicide, sexism.

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2023

"Diana, are you ready?"

The woman's attention was immediately captured when Mark Webber, who had offered, along with Jenson Button, directing the documentary, spoke to her. Quickly, she put her mobile phone in her blazer pocket and nodded at the former driver, indicating that she was ready to start filming.

"Alright," Mark announced. "Remember, Diana, just as we rehearsed with your husband during the script reading: you introduce yourself, talk a bit about what you're currently doing, and then we start talking about your childhood, just from when you were born until you were accepted into the Toro Rosso internship program," the Australian said.

The readhead swallowed, sat better and looked directly into the camera, that was already recording without the woman being conscious.

Immediately, as if she knew what was happening, she began to speak to it:

"My name's Diana Vettel, I'm 34 years old and, as you might already now, I'm wife to four-time Formula 1 World Champion, Sebastian Vettel. However," she clarified, "I prefer to be known as his race engineer for ten years, from 2012 to 2022 and, currently, I'm the co-director, alongside Susie Wolff, of the F1 Academy," she smiled proudly.

Sebastian entered the studio where the shootings were taking place, and when he saw his wife so self-assured, he couldn't feel anything but proud of her. There was no doubt that those sleepless nights, consoling her tears for not feeling enough in a male-dominated world, and the years of visits to her psychologist, which she still attended, had had an incredible effect on her.

"Well, wait!" Diana suddenly exclaimed. "We can't forget that I'm the reason behind Seb's first victory in Formula 1. Monza 2008, to be more precise," she confirmed, causing laughter from the ones around her.

"We already know quite a lot about Vettel's childhood, but now: what can you tell us a little bit about yours?" Button inquired, sitting next to Mark behind the cameramen.

Diana tensed up. It wasn't that she was afraid to recall her childhood, but she didn't consider it significant enough to be in the documentary. Moreover, talking about her private life... let's just say she didn't like it a lot.

The German knew his wife so well that he could vence how she was feeling at the moment. She had the urge to get up and give her a comforting hug, but he also knew that the recording couldn't be interrupted. For that reason, he simply smiled at her from his seat while giving her a thumbs up.

Diana, after seeing Sebastian doing that, laughed.

Since 2008, halfway through her second year as a Mechanical Engineering student and after joining the Toro Rosso internship program, she didn't know how the guy who initially seemed to be a jerk, ended up becoming her whole world.

"It's quite simple, Jenson: I was born in Linz, Austria, on April 27, 1988," began the woman. "My mum decided to end her life when I was 14, back in 2002, and that was the main reason why my dad took both my sister and I to Spain so we could start all over again."

Diana stared into the camera, beginning to ponder the impression people might have of her after that brief introduction.

Mark adjusted himself in his seat, ready to shift the conversation away from the glances Sebastian seemed to be directing at him. He had been fortunate to get to know the couple during his time at RedBull, and he had no doubt that both of them had changed a lot since then, especially the German.

“But every bad thing has something positive, right, Diana?” questioned Webber. “You always say that, and the fact that you’re here now is proof of it.”

“Exactly,” continued Jenson. “This might sound a bit bad, but if that didn’t happen, you wouldn’t have met Seb.”

Mrs. Vettel nodded.

“It was all because of my father actually, who couldn’t bear the stares from neighbors, his coworkers, and the harassment my sister and I faced at school too,” explained the woman, her tears slightly evident. “We did it without thinking: we packed our most important belongings, my father quit his job and, a few hours laters, I was on a plane all the way to Barcelona, with no knowledge of Spanish and no expectations about what could happen in my new life.”

That made Sebastian remember one of the first conversations he had with Diana, where the young woman told him she felt more Spanish than Austrian.

“This is the first time I speak publicly about my childhood,” said Diana, wiping away smeared makeup with a tissue given to her by production. “I’m sorry, really: I always try to think that I’ve overcome it, but the fact is that you never really overcome it.”

“Do you feel more comfortable now that you’ve shared this with the audience?” Webber inquired in an attempt to console the young woman.

The redhead looked at Sebastian, who was visibly concerned at that moment.

“No,” she replied, “quite the opposite, actually. I think I’m even more vulnerable now, and social media criticism is going to pour in, but I’m glad I did it because I’ve taken a weight off my shoulders,” she listed, “and I also know that many viewers will realize the importance of mental health, especially in those moments when everything seems fine when it’s actually the opposite.”

“Is that a hint, sweetheart?”

Vettel, who already knew the answer, sarcastically commented. Still, he needed his wife to confirm it on camera.

“Everyone knows that when I gained confidence in myself, I never beat around the bush; this wasn’t going to be an exception.”

“What do you think is the highlight of your sudden move to Spain?” Button asked Diana.

“Being accepted into the Toro Rosso internship program,” she replied. “That’s when my dream of years started to come true, although hell also made its presence felt.”

Sebastian smiled, remembering it all too well.

The best was about to begin.

“Those who know me well know that I’ve been a Formula 1 fan since I was a child. 1994 is the year I remember the most, especially when Michael became world champion,” explained the Austrian, reminiscing early memories as an enthusiast of the sport. “I was only six years old, but that image is engraved in my memory.”

“For that reason, I decided to study Mechanical Engineering at Universidad Politécnica de Cataluña,” the woman continued in perfect Spanish, surprising everyone in the room except Seb.

“And that was before she even met me,” Sebastian chimed in, causing laughter among those present. “That was a great bonus.”

Taking the documentary seriously was going to be difficult, but as the woman used to say, within all those hard times, a laugh made it all forgettable.

“I studied for years, trying to give my best to get the highest grades,” Diana continued, “and I did it after achieving an average score of 9.28 out of 10 in selectividad, the Spanish entrance exam you need to take in order to study a degree.”

“Tell them if you really needed such a high score, Di.”

The girl laughed at her husband’s comment. She already knew where he was going with that.

“In fact, no: the cutoff score was, I believe, around a five out of ten. I just pushed myself to the limit because I was ambitious and wanted to be the best, too,” she smiled, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. “Well, and I still like to be the best.”

“See why we got along so well from the beginning?”

“That’s debatable, Sebastian,” remarked Webber, “bet let’s let the viewers hear your story little by little.”

“Indeed, Mark,” agreed Jenson Button with him, “let’s take it step by step. Diana, what made you join Toro Rosso?”

2007 December 3rd

Barcelona, Spain

The first semester of the second year of Diana being a university student seemed endless.

Final exams were approaching, bringing with them the submission of multiple papers, projects, and even some practical written tests. Adding to this, her father had recently lost his job just a few weeks ago. It was easy to understand why the Austrian, who had considered herself Spanish for years, was dozing off in one of the chairs in Room 7, even though it was time for one of her favorite classes: Fluid Mechanics.

As soon as Dr. Martínez stepped into the classroom, all the students stopped talking. Even Diana, who had closed her eyes for a few seconds to see if she could quell her sleep, opened them quickly. The woman, in her fifties, was one of the most beloved professors by students; at the same time, she was considered one of the strictest, and that's what made her one of the most wanted by universities not only in Spain but worldwide.

For this reason, and especially because she always fought for visibility of women in the scientific field, she was Wagner's favorite.

"Good morning, class," she greeted, positioning herself in the center of the platform where she usually lectured. A smile on her face appeared. "Before I start explaining the new topic, which I remind you is the last one for our January exam, I would like to share some news that I know will be interesting for most of you."

At these last words, those present began to pay even more attention, readjusting in their seats curious about what the woman had to announce. Diana was no exception.

"Some companies in the field of engineering have started offering scholarships for students like you to work with them while continuing their studies. For the most talented, I must say," she added with certain authority in her voice.

Excitement and anticipation for the announcement filled the room, where some surprised noises and, in other cases, disappointment, were heard.

"These scholarships offer the opportunity to have a unique experience, allowing you to enter the workforce earlier than expected. At the same time, it will help you start applying everything you have learned during this brief year and a half, and see if you are suited to do the job."

Murmurs began to fill the class. It was a truly incredible opportunity, and it would be rare for someone not to want to be part of it.

Diana, whose mind was always one step ahead, was already wondering which companies would be part of it. For that reason, she decided to raise her hand to ask.

"Miss, I would like to know if you could share more information about the companies that are offering these scholarships."

The woman nodded, thankful for the question from her favorite student and pleased to see her interest once again.

"Of course, Diana. There are leading companies in the field of automotive engineering, aerospace engineering, and something related to renewable energies, which are becoming popular. Each one has a different focus, with a wide variety of projects and areas, so I'm sure there will be interests for each of you."

The young woman's mind began to process all the information, looking through the possibilities the woman had mentioned. While her dream was to work in the automotive world that she was so passionate about, and the path was proving extremely challenging, the possibility of being awarded a scholarship was what made her cling to a distressing hope.

"To apply in this sort of internship program, you will need to send your CV and a letter explaining to the company why you would like to join them," the teacher explained. "Then, some responsible figure of the respective companies will choose the most outstanding students, I guess."

During the remaining class time, Diana could barely pay attention to the explanation. She was excited, and she would dare say scared, about this kind of talk that was taking place. Her innate curiosity made her want to know more. Therefore, when the teacher announced that the class had ended, and her classmates began to leave the room, the twenty-year-old started to pack her things slowly, making sure no one else was there before speaking with her teacher.

"Dr. Martínez, do you mind if I ask you some questions about the internship program?"

"Of course," she replied as she gathered her documents. "Tell me what's on your mind, Diana."

The girl tried to disguise her nervousness, clearing her throat before speaking.

"I have doubts about whether to apply to any of the companies. Honestly, I don't think they'll choose me because I'm a woman. I sometimes struggle to talk to my classmates, so I can't imagine what it would be like for me to apply for a position like that."

Martínez raised her gaze to the redhead, now dyed blonde, full of understanding.

"Diana, I understand that you're worried," she began, placing her hands on her shoulders, "but I want you to know that you are one of the brightest students I have had in these months, and I would even venture to say in my entire teaching career," she explained sincerely, earning an excited smile from the girl. "Keep in mind that, whatever you do, your gender doesn't have to be an obstacle for you to fight for what you want."

Those last words resonated strongly in Diana's mind, who was quite moved at that point. That was exactly what the young woman needed to hear.

"Also, I’d like to tell you something I haven't mentioned in class because I only want you to know, given your interest in a certain topic," the woman continued, further catching the student's attention. "The Toro Rosso Formula 1 team is offering a single position as an assistant for a race engineer, but I don't know which driver in particular."

Diana's eyes widened, not believing what she had just heard from her teacher. The idea of working in Formula 1 was the reason why she was there, striving every day even when she felt like giving up everything.

"Do you think I should send them my application, then?" Wagner asked, intending to make sure before making a hasty decision.

"Absolutely," Dr. Martínez affirmed firmly. "You are an exceptional student, and you have demonstrated great skills in just a year and a half of your studies, which impresses me quite a bit, to be honest. You have the potential to do great things within Formula 1, and I know you will go far if you make it to the sport."

As Diana continued to listen to the woman speak, she couldn't believe there was a chance, even if it was minimal, that her dream would come true. What she didn't like so much was the fact that the woman spoke as if she were already inside the world, but she could do nothing but get excited.

If her application was denied…

“By the way, Diana, are you free during the next hour?”

“Yes. In fact, I was about to head home,” answered Diana, questioning the woman in front of her. “Do you need something?”

The woman affirmed, nodding slightly.

“Let's create your cover letter and resume so we can send it as soon as possible,” she said, taking the lead. “I'm sure many of my colleagues in the department know this information just like me.”

The young woman agreed, and immediately they headed towards Martínez's office, trying not to attract too much attention among the students and, above all, hurrying as much as possible. In those moments, time was of the essence.

Once there, the professor took a seat in front of the computer and offered Diana the seat opposite her. Before the redhead had even let go of her belongings, the teacher was already pulling a stack of papers and a couple of pens from one of the desk drawers.

"Your resume comes directly from our database, but the cover letter doesn't," she explained briskly. "I want you to write down whatever you feel is the reason why you need that position at Toro Rosso."

Having said that, Martínez put on her glasses and focused her gaze on the screen, ignoring Wagner. The girl didn't know what to do or say. Who was she supposed to write to, Franz Tost? No, she was sure team bosses weren't the ones in charge of reading those letters, if anyone read them at all.

"Try to make it as natural as possible," the woman commented to her student without looking at her. "Make them see that you have a passion for engineering, for the sport, and especially, make them miss you when they haven’t met you yet."

Make them miss you when they haven’t met you yet.

Diana took a deep breath and began to let her ideas transfer to paper, flowing without much thought.

Dear members of the Toro Rosso team, it is an honor to have the opportunity to apply for this internship position in your prestigious racing team. Since I was a child, I have always dreamed of being part of the wonderful world of Formula 1...

No, too fanciful and flattering. The young woman crossed everything out, and seeing that she was starting to feel confused, she crumpled up the paper and set it aside on the corner of the table.

Dear Mr. Tost and the rest of the Toro Rosso team: I would like to express my sincere interest in the position of race engineer intern. As a Mechanical Engineering student, I have acquired skills that I would like to develop professionally and, above all, apply them to the field I have been passionate about since I can remember.

Why was it so difficult to write something just to try to make your dream come true?

Pilar Martínez glanced at Diana and shocked her head. That girl who was showing so much insecurity at that moment, as happened in many classes, had the potential to become one of the greatest prodigies in motorsport.

"Don't overthink it, lady," she said affectionately. "Show your true personality and, if you need to, just take a little break before continuing."

The girl shook her head. She simply closed her eyes and imagined what she wanted most at that moment: her, sitting in front of a wall of screens, with headphones on, communicating with Michael Schumacher about what he should do in every turn and straight, when he should pit for a tire change, and even celebrating the occasional victory.

Who said Schumacher, said Alonso. She would even settle for one of the rookies, like that guy who joined Toro Rosso halfway through the previous season and she liked a little bit, Sebastian Vettel.

After several more attempts, she finally brought out everything she wanted to say. She had never felt so proud of any of her writings; not even with her graduation speech in high school, which made the entire teaching staff cry.

Dear members of the Toro Rosso team, With my heart filled with excitement and, especially, gratitude for the opportunity given to university students like me to be part of your team, I submit my application for the internship position as a race engineer. My name is Diana Wagner, I was born in Austria nineteen years ago, and my heart not only belongs to Spain, the country that welcomed me when I needed it the most, but also to the sport of which you are a part: Formula 1. My journey as a Mechanical Engineering student has been short, but I assure you, intense; at the same time, I have grown and learned a lot not only as a future professional but as a person. Throughout this year and a half, I have acquired a wealth of skills and knowledge thanks to the professionals from whom I am fortunate to receive instruction, and if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have the necessary preparation to face certain challenges—although, not deceiving you, I have a long way to go and much to learn. Every subject studied, project completed, and tear shed has been an opportunity to test and prove to myself that even the impossible is difficult. Beyond my knowledge as a student, I would also like to tell you about my passion for the world of motorsports, as I briefly mentioned before. Since I can remember, I have followed every free practice, qualifying, and race, as well as every press conference of each Grand Prix. The deafening sound of the engines, the suffocating speed of the single-seaters, and the passion that teams and drivers have shown have not only been my inspiration to pursue my studies and shape my future but also to grow as a person. In the darkest times of my life, Formula 1 became my light, and it still is. Like drivers work tirelessly to give their best, I also strive to overcome the limits imposed not only because I am a woman, but also because I am too hard-working. Therefore, I know that the opportunity to work alongside the professionals that make up your team would be an unparalleled honor, and I assure you that every day I would show you that I am capable of more. I deeply appreciate the time you have taken to read my cover letter. Although it may be hard to believe the words of a girl who, after all, is still a teenager trying to make her way in the adult world, I assure you that I have to prove much more than what you think.

Possibly, those last words were what made it possible for Diana Wagner to be the selected candidate as an intern at Toro Rosso among approximately two thousand of the best students from all over Europe.

2008 March 13th

Australian GP

“Sweetheart, are you sure you have everything with you?”

The bleached blonde was certain that she did, that she had everything she needed for her new job except for one detail and, surprisingly, the most important one: knowing where she had to go. In front of her was the entrance to Albert Park, and all she felt was a great overwhelm from the size of that circuit. She saw people coming in and out of the venue constantly, both walking and in vehicles that probably cost as much, or even more, than the flat she lived with her sister and father in Barcelona.

“Yes, of course,” she replied, trying to sound as calm as possible. “I'm waiting outside for someone to come and meet me."

“But didn't you say you had to go inside, and that someone would be waiting for you in the box?”

She hated how blunt Amelie was.

“I'm more lost than during my exams period when we first moved to Spain,” she joked. “Now I'll try to figure out what to do. There’s no need to worry about me.”

Bernhard started shouting something in German to his younger daughter, and immediately continued talking to Diana. It seemed surreal to the girl that her family was making a phone call with her at two in the morning in Spain.

“You better get in there, even if you have to jump over a fence!,” he shouted in German, a little annoyed. “And I don't care if you get caught or anything: you haven't traveled to the other damn end of the world and left me with your sister, all alone, just for you to stand there with your arms crossed.”

When Bernhard Wagner got angry, he did, and a lot.

“Yeah, Dad, I know,” she replied, a bit angry because her father seemed not to trust her. “In fact, I'm getting closer now, I have the pass they sent me by mail in my hand, and I'm going through the accreditation with this weird machine. I'll hang up, okay?”

It was a rhetorical question because Diana, before being able to hear an answer from her father, hung up the call. As she let out a long sigh, held in throughout the phone call, she passed her accreditation through the identification sensor, but the photo they asked her for months ago didn't appear.

Again, she tried, and nothing appeared on the screen. She kept trying over and over, which managed to attract the attention of more than one of those present, who did nothing to help the intern.

“Damn it…”

After that, Diana began to unleash a string of curses in German, some of which she had made up on the spot and made no sense at all. She couldn't believe that it would be more difficult than she had planned just to enter the venue and talk to whoever she had to talk to. She was a firm believer in destiny, and she knew that it meant she had to go back to Spain, to her natural hair color and to her university courses.

Frustration was taking over the Austrian, and she was sure that, if she hadn't heard a male voice in German beside her, she would have burst into tears like she never did before.

“Do you speak German too? Do you want me to help you with that?”

Diana nodded her head and looked up at the person who was talking to her. A blond guy, of medium height, who seemed to be a couple of years older than her, was the one who was talking to her. His face was somewhat familiar, although she still couldn't put a name to it.

Another mistake for the rookie Diana Wagner. Of course, if there were other interns besides her, she was sure she wouldn't win the Intern of the Year award, if such a thing existed.

“I tried to get my accreditation to work, but, as you can see” she began to explain, pointing at the card, “it doesn't want to let me into the paddock.”

“Do you mind giving it to me?”

The girl offered it to him without hesitation, feeling much more relaxed in the company of that driver, in case he was. He proceeded to clean it a bit with his shirt a couple of times and immediately passed it again through the scanner.

Her name, along with a photo of her with her newly dyed blonde hair, appeared on the screen.

“So... Diana Wagner, huh?,” the guy inquired, wanting to know more about her. “What brings you here?”

“As they told me a few months ago, I am Toro Rosso's new intern. Supposedly, I'll be subordinate to a track engineer or something like that, I'm not really sure what I'll end up doing.”

The girl answered him honestly, and to her surprise, the stranger seemed to understand something that had been on her mind for a long time, as if he already knew who she was.

“Vettel is going to be damn lucky to have you,” he said shamelessly, “and I would be delighted to have a girl like you by my side too.”

Diana felt her cheeks flush, and although deep down that comment had bothered her, she couldn't help but feel flattered in part.

“And are you supposed to be...?”

“Nico Rosberg,” he took the girl's hand and gave it a short kiss, “F1 driver for Williams. It's an honor to meet you, and let me tell you that, if you get bored with the other blond German, you have privileged access to my box whenever you want.”

Putting on his backpack and giving the girl a slight bow, he left without giving any explanation.

Diana was left bewildered by what she had just experienced. However, even more impressed was Sebastian, who began to feel sorry because he knew that, no matter how much that blonde-haired girl tried to give her best, they would only minimize her achievements.

[...]

After a couple of laps around the circuit, and some explanation of how Formula 1 Grand Prix weekends worked, Diana Wagner was already sitting at a long table with Franz Tost, Toro Rosso's team principal.

The man, despite showing a quite serious demeanor, maintaining composure at all times, had inspired enough confidence in the intern for her to open up a bit to him, especially talking about how her career was going; they also discussed how the blonde would balance her studies with her new job. All this while her supposed boss and the driver she would be subordinate to appeared.

A few knocks on the door startled her. Tost, as if he already knew about the imminent arrival, got up from his seat and headed to the door. As soon as he opened it, it revealed a man in his thirties accompanied by a boy who was already wearing the team's uniform.

Although he looked like Rosberg, at the same time, she could tell he was completely different: his face was longer, and his height seemed to be a few centimeters shorter. He had a big smile on his face, and as soon as he entered the room, he started making jokes that even made the girl laugh.

She barely knew that boy, and he already inspired trust in her.

“Alright, Diana,” announced Franz, causing her to stand up quickly: “this is Alex, who will be, let's say, your master in terms of track engineering,” he introduced the man, shaking his hand, “and this is Sebastian Vettel, one of the young promises we are lucky to have in our team.”

The blonde cheerfully extended his hand to the girl, who accepted it gladly.

“Please, Franz, don't say that,” joked Vettel, “I'm just a kid with incredible potential waiting to get a world title or something similar.”

The intern laughed, immediately regretting it. Her shyness was showing, and Sebastian noticed it, so that's why he decided to gently stroke her hand, slowly enough so that no one else, besides them, would know about that small gesture.

“See?,” said the German, now addressing his engineer, “I told you she was going to like me.”

2023

“That season was a mess,” said Sebastian, looking at the camera while fixing his hair. “The first four races ended in a DNF, and my motivation went down completely” explained the former driver. “The car was crap, but not finishing four damn races? Shit, I didn't want to say bad words…”

“What Seb means,” his wife stated, interrupting him, “is that he had much higher expectations in March 2008, and little by little, he started being conscious of reality. I went through the same thing: even though I thought I was going to do little, I ended up doing even less.”

The documentary directors recalled that information.

“The camera is yours, Mrs. Vettel,” one of the cameramen spoke over, receiving a thumbs up from the redhead.

“There's not much to say, really, except that I remember thinking about leaving because all I did was sit in front of the screens and watch the race just like I did from the TV in my house,” she expressed a bit angry, remembering everything all too well. “And of course, the comments and looks couldn't be missing. I felt like a Playboy model sometimes, I swear. They even mistook me for a grid girl one day entering the pit lane!”

“God, yes,” Seb agreed, joining his wife's monologue. “I don't know if you guys remember,” he pointed at Jenson and Mark, “but there were times when, I swear, it felt like it was more of a Jersey Shore-type show or something like that than a race weekend.”

Diana agreed with the German.

“I think, if I remember correctly, I received a total of forty-eight requests to go out for a drink from Friday to Sunday,” she tried to remember. “Well, a drink and a sex session after that, let's be honest.”

“And I'm glad to say that I wasn't part of that group of assholes,” he covered his mouth directly, receiving a reprimanding look from Webber. “But I had a reason not to.”

“Yes,” the redhead agreed, “although it's not the time to talk about that. Remember sunshine: let's go step by step.”

“It's not to stay on Sebastian’s side,” interrupted Button the couple's dialogue, “but since the moment he first met you, he had incredible respect for you, and I would even dare say admiration.” Vettel snorted, remembering some of the many rumors the girl he fought so much for had to face. He remembered more than once hearing her going to vent in Toro Rosso's bathroom, and even on more than one occasion, he heard her secretly talking to her father, asking him to please fake some illness or something to get out of that.

Ironically, it came true.

“I've been Diana Vettel's number 1 fan since the day I met her,” confessed Seb. “Since March 13, 2008, to be more precise.”

Everyone was impressed by Sebastian's memory, including Diana.

“In addition to the announcement made during the German Grand Prix week, where it was finally revealed that you would join Red Bull the following year thanks to Coulthard's retirement, becoming my teammate,” Mark continued, laughing, “there was another event that marked you in 2008, shortly after.”

“It seemed like everything was going downhill for this lady here,” Sebastian pointed at Diana, “and for me, and that our effort was in vain.”

“But Monza changed everything because Sebastian and I discovered that, together, we could do great things,” continued the woman, trying not to kiss her husband, who had a huge smile on his face, in front of everyone.

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NSFW Alphabet-Sebastian Vettel

A/N: Its Seb’s birthday today and to celebrate I present to you my version of his NSFW alphabet. If you enjoyed the read please like a reblog!

a-aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Seb is so sweet with aftercare you swear every single one of your teeth rot whenever you’re intimate. He thinks ahead and if sexy times are on the card he’ll make sure tissues and a towel are close by and if you need more he’ll jump straight out of bed and fetch you a warm washcloth and run you a bath.

b-body part (their favorite body part of theirs and that of their partner’s)

Seb loves his thighs and arms. He’s never been fond of the workload that is required to maintain the fitness for his job but is nothing if not committed to being the best he can be so he’ll always smash it when it’s workout time, the effort pays off and he has a body that he’s quite proud of. On you he’s a simple if not stereotypical man, he’s in love with your boobs. When you’re in public he’s forever looking at them out the corner of his eye but when alone he’s always touching them and his favourite thing to do is fall asleep using them as a pillow.

c-cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Depends on the mood but Seb’s favourite place to cum is down your throat when you’re sucking him off and deep in your pussy when you’re making love. He doesn’t like to leave a mess so anywhere that doesn’t make the afterglow awkward works for him.

d-dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Seb doesn’t keep secrets from you, he told you on your first date that honestly is paramount for him in all aspects. He is just as honest with you as you are with him and it just works.

e-experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Has only had a couple of long term relationships prior to you so definitely knows what he’s doing but is not at all boastful about it. He knows what to do to make you a gushing and moaning puddle of goo and that’s what counts.

f-favorite position (this goes without saying)

Kinda depends on the location, if it’s a lazy weekend at home between races it’ll be soft and sweet missionary on the sofa or in bed but if he’s feeling cheeky Seb will take you hard and rough against the kitchen bench or outside against the deck rail. Overall he’s not a very fussy man in this regard.

g-goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

In general Seb is a goofy flirt but is as serious as a heart attack in bed even if you’ve come home from a night out and have had more than a few wines.

h-hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Unlike his head hair which looks like a tumbleweed everything below the waist is kept short, trimmed and tidy. He does tend to let it grow a bit on the off season though.

i-intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Holy shit man, intimacy with Seb is off the charts, when he looks into your eyes in that moment you know you’re the only one in the world that matters.

j-jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jacking off isn’t Seb’s favourite way of getting off but he will do it if you’ve been unable to travel and you’re having a particularly racy phone call. Much prefers your hand to his.

k-kink (one or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism. He caught Lance and his girlfriend on track once and confessed to you it was some of the hottest shit he had ever seen, and at an end of year Aston Martin party he saw them sneak off to a corner of the factory and pulled you away from the conversation you were having with his engineer to watch them, you sucked him off while he watched Lance nail his girlfriend and he blew so hard you couldn’t swallow it all.

l-location (favorite places to do the do)

Not fussy about location in-the-slightest. You’ve had sex at home, in hotel rooms, his driver’s room, the backseat of his Audi and once when you first got together up against the back of his motorhome blocked off but within earshot of the paddock traffic.

m-motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Nothing gets Seb going more than when you dress up for a company function or even a date night. Your favourite LBD is also his favourite LBD. He also loves it when you wear your hair down. The combination will have him hiding a boner before you even leave the house.

n-no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Harsh degradation, Seb is all about showing and telling you how much he loves you and doesn’t understand why calling their partner a bitch/whore/slut is considered part of it. Also any bodily fluids aside from cum....yuck.

o-oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Seb absolutely adores going down on you and could and would eat you out all day. He will make you come multiple times with his mouth and tongue before penetrative sex comes into the picture. He’s the best you’ve ever had in the oral department period.

p-pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Seb is all about making love so for the most part it’s slow and sensual but if he’s been away for a double or triple header and you haven’t seen each other for a while it’ll be a bit more rough and desperate.

q-quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t mind a quickie because that kind of sex can be quite fun but it’s not his preferred way of getting laid. Much prefers taking his time.

r-risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

While not inherently a risk taker Seb is always open to ideas when it comes to spicing up your sex life. Probably the riskiest thing he’s ever done is made you wear one of those bluetooth clit ticklers during the most recent team season launch. That night was absolute torture for you and when he had a moment free you pulled him into an empty room and rode him on a random desk til his cum was leaking down your legs

s-stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Like his fellow drivers Seb has stamina to burn. He will outlast you all day every day.

t-toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own any himself but will happily use yours on you. He particularly likes the sparkly faux-diamante buttplug and purple glitter jack rabbit combination on you.

u-unfair (how much they like to tease)

Seb is a flirter du jour and can make your pussy wet from the most innocuous words, he’ll pat your arse, run a finger down your arm or explicitly whisper what he’s going to do to you when you get home in your ear and knows you’ll be putty in his hands as soon as you’re alone.

v-volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not particularly loud, more soft moans and groans. You definitely know when he’s enjoyed himself.

w-wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You had just come out of a really shitty break up when you came to work at Aston Martin and was not looking to enter into another relationship ever again but there was something about Seb that intrigued you. You were friendly workmates first then when your relationship shifted he started greeting you with cheesy pickup lines (“There’s something wrong with my phone, it doesn’t have your number in it” and “Is your name Google? Because you have everything I’ve been searching for”) but the one that got you was “Are you French? Because Eiffel for you.” The story of how Sebastian Vettel four time world champion snagged you with a cheesy pickup line ended up being told at just about every function you went to even long after he retired.

x-x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average length, thick and veiny. Hits all the right spots.

y-yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It varies, at least a couple of times a week but if he’s had a good weekend in the car he’ll rail you all night long.

z-zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It varies but more often than not he falls asleep after you. Sometimes he falls asleep soon after blowing his load other times he’ll doze off at the same time as you.

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Pregnancy (Instagram AU)

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Reader

All pictures are from Pinterest

@/Y/N.Vettel and @/sebastianvettel We are welcoming a new member to the Vettel family

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kimimatiasrakkonen Congrats, Sebastian and Y/N! You'll make great parents.

Y/N.Vettel Thanks, Kimi!

aussiegrit Congratulations to you two! I can't wait to meet Baby Vettel.

sebastianvettel Thanks, Mark. You'll have to come visit sometime

f1 Congrats Seb and Y/N! The question we're asking: Who are the godparents?

Y/N.Vettel We're sharing when the baby comes... You'll see

user1 Congrats!

user2 Congratulations!

@/Y/N.Vettel Baby Vettel is here. Named Lena Petra Vettel, born on October 14th. Thank you Sebastian for helping me through everything and being the best dad for Lena. The godparents: @/kimimatiasrakkonen and @/yourbestfriend

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sebastianvettel Thank you, Y/N. You do all of the hard work, and I'll do whatever I need to help. I love you so much!

Y/N.Vettel I love you too! <3

user2 They are so cute!

kimimatiasrakkonen Congratulations! I'll have to come by soon to see my goddaughter

yourbestfriend I want to come and see Baby Lena too!

sebastianvettel We'll have to plan a time that both of you could come over and see Lena

yourbestfriend Congrats! Thank you for giving me the role of godparent... I will be spoiling her forever

Y/N.Vettel You and Seb both...

@/sebastianvettel Baby Lena Petra Vettel. Born on October 14th. Thank you, Y/N, for giving me the gift of the most beautiful baby girl ever. I love you so much. Both mom and baby are doing well and thank you for all the support! Lena's godparents are @/kimimatiasrakkonen and @/yourbestfriend

Tagged @/Y/N.Vettel

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Y/N.Vettel I love you too! Thank you for being the best father.

sebastianvettel It's the least I should do. <3

user4 This is what I want. Seb, raising the bar, again.

kimimatiasrakkonen Thanks for the honor, man. Can't wait to meet baby Lena

sebastianvettel She can't wait to meet you, either

yourbestfriend She's in good hands. I'll see her soon

f1 Congratulations, Seb! Take good care of @/Y/N.Vettel and baby Lena.

sebastianvettel Thank you, and of course I will

lewishamiton Congrats, man. Congrats, Y/N

Y/N.Vettel Thanks, Lewis. You'll have to come out and meet Lena sometime too

user3 She is adorable!

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bellewintersroe · 8 months

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Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngingeer! Reader. Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 6 - Warning: this chapter contains smut, descriptions of female masturbation, reader thinking about Sebastian in a sexual way. The crew enjoy a pool day in Germany, celebrating Sebastian’s win. Here’s the LINK to the previous part.

My hands caressed against the soft of my breast, squeezing gently as my eyes fluttered closed, Sebastian thick on my mind. The way his hands would linger on my waist, my shoulders, my hands. His eyes would catch sight of my breasts sometimes and he’d look so entranced. I imagined the feeling of my ass pressed up against his crotch, only I’d push back more, feeling the hard of his cock swell in his pants. Slowly, yet somehow impatiently, my fingers would trace over the soft fabric of my panties, feeling the damp spot where my wetness had soaked through. It was early morning, and I’d awoken in my hotel room, my not so innocent dream fresh on my mind. Sebastian had been knelt in front of me, hands grazing over the smooth of my thighs and ass, as I faced back to him. The feeling of his desperation, our body’s colliding as he didn’t waste any time pushing his cock deep inside of me.

The dream had ended before I got any further. disappointing, but I was left as frustrated as ever. The thoughts had turned sexual over the weeks of knowing him, the veins in his hands when he’d wrap one around my wrist, the action of him pulling me into his front. My hands worked at removing my underwear, freeing myself completely as I tossed them to one side, running my hands over my wetness. I didn’t want to delay anything, my index finger pressed up against the sensitivity of my clit, shuddering at the sensation of instant pleasure. I hadn’t touched myself in so long.

A shaky breath escaped my lips as I began rubbing myself at a comfortable pace. My legs separated and bent at the knee as I spread them wide, trying my best to imagine Sebastian in between them. His lips would glisten with my wetness, his large hands trailing over my thighs before he dipped two fingers in my pussy.

My other fingers moved down, sliding one inside of me as a louder moan escaped my lips. The sound of the TV muffled them as my whole body tensed, going rigid from the sensation. “Sebastian… please.” I whispered, his name falling off my lips a little too easily. As my fingers worked faster I imagined him working harder between my legs, sliding his veiny cock in and out, sweat covering his face and chest as he huffed and puffed from the pleasure.

I whined, bucking my hips up at the thought of his dick fucking in and out of me, slamming inside of me. I felt empty without his cock, something I’d yet to experience. I wanted him- I needed him. The dirty images that filled my mind only caused me to whisper Seb’s name over and over. It was like a mantra, my pussy ached and dampened the more I thought about him, and as my movements became faster I felt myself becoming more slick.

It wasn’t long before the pleasure became overwhelming and I peaked, finishing with a muffled moan, panting harshly. My chest and tits were covered with a sheen of sweat as it rose and fell quickly. I shuddered as my pussy pulsated, coming down from my intense orgasm. God, I could’ve kept going again and again with the thought of Sebastian heavy on my mind. I had been starved of sex for so long that my body practically burned with desire for a man that wasn’t even mine. His admission from months ago lingered also on my mind. I felt ready, I felt like it was needed, I was just too nervous to approach and tell him I wanted him to give me what he offered me months ago. Did he still feel the same? I hoped so…

That early afternoon, I approached the private beach area where a lot of the Red Bull team were chilling. My friends were gathered, drinking cocktails, some in the sea, some bathing in the sun. A smile broke out on my face as I stumbled over in my bikini, holding a pina colada in one hand, and my towel in the other, beach bag slung over one shoulder. I never knew Germany had such beautiful beaches. “Hi!” I called out, waving towards the group as I was met with a chime of greetings and Wolf whistles. “Hello, you!” Loretta, one of the other engineers exclaimed. It was exciting to see more females here, seeing at the team was dominated with males, I loved being around the girls.

I let out a sigh of content as I claimed a spare sun bed, dropping my things on top of it and laying out my towel. “Somebody’s watching you…” Loretta muttered with a smirk as my brows knotted together in confusion.

Turning over I noticed Seb’s eyes glancing down to my ass slightly. I turned back to my friend, giggling like a pair of teenage girls before resting down on the comfortable sun lounger.

“Are you going back to Monaco before we go to Hungary?” She questioned as I sipped on my cocktail, pushing my sunglasses down over my eyes. That way I could steal glances at Sebastian without looking like a form of predator.

“Yeah, I think so… it’s always easier to work from there.” My eyes roamed over the V-lines that were exposed from Sebastian’s low, black trunks. “Not England?”

“No..” I slowly spoke. “I haven’t really been back there in a while, just to see my friends and mum.” “Not talked to the demon ex in a while?” She then asked as I turned back to her with a grimace. “No. He’s tried to contact me, but I just keep re-blocking him.” I shuddered. My life had done a complete 360 since ending my toxic relationship. It was like a magic, who would’ve thought? “Good. I hope he’s rotting in a miserable, foul hell hole.” She cursed as I giggled gently, “me too.” “You want another drink?” She then asked. “I’ve not finished this yet!”

“Drink quick, next rounds on me!” She pushed herself up, pulling on her oversized T-Shirt before scurrying off to the bar. When I turned back to the sea, I noticed a pretty, dark haired girl talking to Sebastian. She took a picture with him on her phone, and embraced him in a quick hug. Why did I feel a bout of jealousy, I had no idea. I cocked up my leg, blocking the view as I closed my eyes, if I acted like it wasn’t happening maybe I could block out the fire that raged in my chest. Stupid, I know, but the feelings made me feel entitled and silly, just like a little girl that had all her-

“Hallo.” A man’s voice greeted, wet droplets dripping all over me. I jumped, eyes fluttering open as it revealed Sebastian stood above me. Oh. How did he get over here so fast?

“Oh- hi! You’re all wet.” I giggled, sitting up straighter on the chair as I grabbed the last of my pina colada, sipping the last of the liquid as I tried not to trail my eyes down his body. Sebastian flickered some more water at my face as I jumped back, flinching at the droplets hitting me.

“Thanks for that.”

“Come in the water with me.” He asked like a child, reaching down for my free hand as I placed the now empty glass to one side. “Is it deep?” “It’s the sea of course it’s deep.” I let out a grumble of a complaint as he began pulling me by the hand towards the waters edge. “Can you swim?” He asked, our hands only separating when I stepped into a gentle wave. “It’s cold!” I squeaked, beginning to stride forwards into the sea.

“I know!” He laughed, hurrying in besides me. He was further out than I was, the water just about reaching my hips as I winced as the chilly waves rolled against my waist. “Come further!!” Sebastian waded towards me, taking my hands again. “It’s cold!” I repeated, gritting my teeth together and bouncing out of the water in order to resist the cold.

Seb was laughing at me, his eyes jumping down ever so slightly as I eventually sunk in the water that was now engulfing my chest. Maybe it was a little too deep, but he kept pulling me deeper and deeper out.

“I can’t stand!” I freaked, panting as he laughed, the water reaching up to his neck. “You wanna go deeper?!”

“No way!” I pulled back, swimming back to where I could stand. “You’ll drown be, Sebastian!” I called out, jumping over the wave that took me off my feet. Truthfully, I hated the deep ocean, if the water was murky or if I couldn’t reach the bottom it terrified me. So I’d stay in my comfort zone. “It’s nice, no?” He jumped over, splashing me slightly. “A bit!” I held my hands up, blocking the water going in my face. “What, you don’t like the water?” He splashed me once more as I laughed out loud, pushing a wave of water in his direction, soaking his hair. Sebastian gasped out, dunking himself under and wetting his hair, messing it up slightly once he resurfaced. When he did he had a devilish grin on his face, throwing himself forwards as I yelled out a playful protest but he dunked me under water. My hair was swept back and I felt him pull me back up.

“Sorry! Sorry!” He wasn’t sorry. I gasped, wiping the water from my eyes before splashing him once again. Sebastian dodged it and flung himself forwards, pushing us both under as I held my breath, grabbing his shoulders as I pushed myself back up. Now, I pushed his head back up when we resurfaced but he skilfully wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off my feet. “Sebastian, no, no!” I pleaded holding tightly onto his shoulders. He attempted to throw me in but I firmly wrapped my arms around his neck. “No, you can’t!” I giggled, his chest pressed against my own.

“Oh, can’t I?” He still had me lifted off my feet, arms hugged around my waist, hand flattening over my back. “No!” I couldn’t hold back the smile as he let me sink back down to my feet. “I’ll be nice.” His arms were still hugging around me and I could feel my breath hitching.

Sebastian moved closer, pressing his lips to my upper cheek bone as my heart fluttered mercilessly. My gaze softened as he smiled back to me. Hearing some commotion on the shore, I noticed Christian calling us over. “Perfect timing.” Seb’s eye winced slightly as I giggled, squeezing his arm before the two of us made our way back to the shoreline. I stole one more glance at him before having to focus on what Christian and Geri were rolling us about. I noticed the whole time Geri was smirking towards me, eyeing me and Sebastian up seeing as she’d just seen everything in the sea. I’d only met her a handful of times before, and although Christian wasn’t intimidating, she definitely made me feel a lot more at ease around my manager.

Crazy to think I was at a beach with a literal Spice Girl. That evening my mind raced, thinking about Sebastian. The warmth of his lips against my cheek bone, the way my stomach would fill with butterflies at each and every second I thought about him. It was almost difficult to do anything because I was smiling so much.

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